Most guidebooks tell you not to go to Stabroek. Not just the market, but the entire area of Georgetown, Guyana. City tours will drive you past the market, but they tell you to not get out and keep your hands in the car. Stabroek market is indeed chaotic. Tends of thousands are streaming in and out of the market and wandering the surrounding streets at any given time, preventing most traffic from inching forward, giving it the feel of a festival.
The home of Peruvian pink salt is 10,000 feet high in the Sacred Valley of the Incas, 30 miles north of Cuzco, near the town of Maras. Here, more than four thousand small ponds of salt cluster together on a steep hillside. Each salt pond has a deed, like that of a deed to a house, and they are passed down from family to family, as they have been for centuries, since before the start of the Inca Empire. The pale pink salt contains magnesium, iron, calcium, potassium, copper, and zinc and is believed to have curative properties by the local population.
In 2009, the Dakar Rally was run in South America (Argentina and Chile), the first time the race took place outside of Europe and Africa. It has stayed in South America since, with this year adding the vast coastal deserts of Peru to the route. The 9,000 kilometer itinerary extended… Read More →
Granada, Nicaragua isn’t how I remember it. Though nothing ever is really. Six years ago on my first visit there was a little bit of a scene. There were a couple of restored colonial hotels on the plaza. The Bearded Monkey was packed with backpackers who helped fill the couple of expat bars and local haunts. Some streets were best avoided though. There was a seedy aspect to the extent a knifing might occur if you took a wrong turn at night. At the city’s central market, I ordered tajadas con chancho and a juice and spent the next 36 hours in bed. Still I wanted to come back. Few places can really pull off the faded, tropical colonial atmosphere as well. Maybe Cartagena or Havana? I expected changes on my return, but I questioned if the city had retained its magic. It had.
Wildlife, I sometimes find, comes in spurts. You can spend hours holding your binoculars and not seeing a single sparrow, then your thoughts wander or you scratch your head and suddenly one animal after another begins to appear. This was the case on the Burro Burro River, a couple of kilometers from Surama Ecolodge, on the edge of the Rupununi Savannah and bordering the Iwokrama Rainforest, where I was staying.
Lima, Peru’s annual food festival, Mistura, is currently under way in the Parque de la Expocision. This year’s event has attracted the likes of culinary icons like Ferran Adria of El Bulli and Rene Redezipi of Copenhagen’s Noma. Regardless of the big names and special decrees issued to the world, the more than 300,000 attendees come for the food.
El Señor de Milagros, or the Lord of Miracles, is a venerated image of Christ, apinted by an Angolan slave, which has been attributed to protecting the city of Lima from earthquakes for several centuries as well as curing worshippers of various ailments. During an earthquake in 1655 nearly the entire city of Lima was destroyed, but still standing was the image and the adobe wall it hung on in the Pachacamilla neighborhood. On select days every October, El Mes Morada (the purple month), the image is carried from its resting place in Las Nazarenas church around the center of Lima as tens of thousands of purple clad followers watch and pray. It’s the largest Catholic procession in the Americas and one of my favorite spectacles to occur in the city (outside of Mistura, of course).
The food being served at Lima, Peru’s 3rd annual Mistura Gastronomic Fair is broken up into 15 Eating Sections:
Michael Evans, the co-founder of Vines of Mendoza – a wine entrepreneurship program in Argentina’s Uco Valley near Mendoza – isn’t just an entrepreneur. He’s also a photographer. I caught wind of some of his images from his vineyards in Mendoza that he shot recently during the Argentine winter and he was kind enough to allow me to post them here. It’s far from the vineyard seen you usually see.