Would you like skip my rambling and just find out how to rent an apartment in BA? You don’t know what you’re missing, but OK. Click here. This is some quality rambling, though. Just sayin’. I signed the rental contract on my new Buenos Aires apartment yesterday, and then I went to look at it [...]

It’s 8 pm on a Monday night in Buenos Aires: the summer heat has finally receded and night is slowly beginning to fall. Enjoy that gentle breeze while it lasts, because the seventeen percussionists that make up La Bomba de Tiempo [sp] (Time Bomb) are just kicking off their two hour set and the crowd is about [...]

  I almost died on the way home to Cusco from Lima. Maybe that’s a little dramatic.  But it felt pretty damn real at 4 am, when our driver took a little nap behind the wheel and we veered dramatically across the narrow Andean road before one of the wheels blew.  This was enough to [...]

Feeding the masses?  Image: Camden Luxford Mistura, 2011 is over.  I went twice. Twice I fought the crowds outside to buy my last minute tickets at S/.25-30 (instead of the ticket office price of S/.20). Twice I elbowed my way through the hordes to line up for delicious ceviches, anticuchos, and chicharrones, along with twists [...]

Mistura.  I’ve had far too many beers and Pisco Sours, and way too much good food to really express in words how awesome today was.  So I’m going to leave you with some photos, and head on out to celebrate a great day of over-indulgence with, you guessed it, yet more over-indulgence.  The actual blog [...]

Days 1-6, here Hours chugging along slowly in the Volkswagen, piled on top of each other as the monotonous desert roads slide past the windows. Long pauses to cool a rapidly overheating motor. Hours more broken down and waiting in the drugging heat for the local mechanic of a dusty anonymous town to appear from [...]

I’m still sifting through my impressions of Cuba; my mind a mess of images and smells and thoughts impossible to organise into coherent prose. My notes are scribbled down in pencil, my notebooks as confused as I. For now, images. For waaaaaaaaaay more shots of La Habana, head on over to The Brink of Something [...]

The Church was simple, as was the altar she had set up on the low wall in front of it.  A white cloth, a doll, flowers, a basket.  A well-used deck of cards. “¿Habla español?” she asks, indicating me with chin and cigar. “Sí, sí” Baryan said.  “Cam, I’m gonna go take some pictures.  See [...]

In Atacames, in northern Ecuador, I swapped my Argentinian copilots for a Colombian band. I waved Ari, Ale, and Diego on their way Colombia-ward, and from that day on had the van full of tambores and the cheerful Carribbean rhythms of cumbia. We took the roof off, the sun shone down on us, and the [...]

With 2,500 people trampling over its manicured lawns and shooing its herd of chilled-out llamas into the optimally photogenic pose, finding an unseen corner of Machu Picchu seems impossible. And it is:  almost.  But there is one corner you can slip away into, if you have the time and energy.  You won’t see an incredible [...]