Short storiesSouth American travel Las Chicas del Helado Canela Maria grew up on the shores of Lake Titicaca in the town of Copacabana.Of course Maria would have far preferred to be in school, but…neilcoppenDecember 25, 2007
musingsSouth American traveltravel Peru (part 1) Pageant of the Bizaare Funny morning, stepped out of my hostel room only to be nearly trampled by two deranged llamas bolting down the cobbled streets, one frisky for…neilcoppenDecember 16, 2007
commentrySouth American traveltravel Bolivia (part 2) Above and Below A visit to the Patosi Silver Mines in Bolivia, to get an alternative view of the state of things, proves both frightening and enlightening. A…neilcoppenDecember 16, 2007
South American traveltravel Bolivia (part 1) Part Dickens, Part Dr Seus If not for the festive folk music, phycadellic salt pans, flamingo infested lakes, pits of sulphurous belching earth, I´d say im fond of Bolivia for…neilcoppenDecember 16, 2007
musingsSouth American travel Child of the Sun To my unborn nephew/niece- but an inkling in your apache mammas belly.Whatever being you be- for at this point biology has not yet markated you…neilcoppenDecember 16, 2007
musingsSouth American traveltravel Of Impossible Yearning Sunday morning and I sit on a bench in La-Paz , watch a Plaza market rising. Ignoring the persistence of shoe shine boys ( and…neilcoppenDecember 9, 2007
Short storiesSouth American travel The Luckiest Man Alive He did not flinch in bidding Paris his hometown adieu: far too petite, too pretentious to contain his irrepressibly itchy feet. At twenty ”“two he…neilcoppenDecember 9, 2007
commentrySouth American traveltravel UP IN THE AIR ATHEISM Finding Atheism a godzillon metres above the ground,on a SAA flight to San Paulo, might not be the most advisable of epiphanies to find yourself…neilcoppenNovember 22, 2007
South American travel PROLOUGE- a bracelet of saints Yesterday on a subway in Buenos Aries, a ratty haired girl placed a plastic bracelet on my knee. A gift i thought, till her extended…neilcoppenNovember 21, 2007
Short stories SMOTHERING “She's dead”, wails Elaine into the telephone “What?” replies Catherine, all mock shock and horror “Rosy,” she blubs uncontrollably, ”˜Rosy' “Dead?” “Yes” her mother sobs…neilcoppenOctober 30, 2007