Mysteries of the Deep

It’s nice not knowing anything about a place and turning up with no preconceptions. The only preconception I had about Boys’ Town was that there was a bar with few women that wasn’t a brothel that sold cheap booze. I had been there the night before. And getting there would involve avoiding eye contact with […]

Although I had just eaten, I stepped into a nearby restaurant and ordered some more food. I hadn’t come across many English speakers in this part of town, and had previously resorted to asking for things like ‘breakfast’ and ‘food’, given the utter inadequacy of my Spanish vocabulary. But this place had an interpretter. The

Nuevo Laredo was dusty and dirty. More so with the approaching thunderstorm. The wind that ushered in the dark clouds threw grit in my eyes as I walked to get some food at about ten in the evening. I put on my sunglasses as I forced my way up the streets towards the bus station.