Easter is on its way, and here in Venezuela, people are heading to church and chowing down on fish. The picture is a little different in my homeland. In Australia, I’m
Every time I go shopping here, something weird happens. Usually I blame my lousy Spanish, but today fault lies with my trolley. To be honest, I was lucky to even get one.
In the shadow of Venezuela’s highest peak, Merida is surrounded by some seriously world class hikes. The city itself sits at 1,600 metres above sea level, though the
This morning while fumbling around my hard drive for an article I lost, I stumbled across a reminder of why internet arguments are usually bad ideas. Last year, for the first
When I first came here last September, the country was in high hopes. The presidential elections were only weeks away, and the nation was draped in red. The streets were
A few hours ago, a friend of mine who writes for a left-wing news outlet here in Venezuela received the following email from BBC Radio: On Wed, Mar 6, 2013 at 3:30 AM, ******
Some of my fondest travel memories involve cheap street-side eats of questionable hygiene. Though I’ve had my fare share of streetfood, there’s always so much