Mysteries of the Deep

On arriving in Nuevo Laredo, I found the nearest hotel to the bus station, and took a look at the last remaining room on offer. It was less than 20 dollars, and had mould growing apparently unconstrained on the ceiling, and a ceiling fan, two single beds and a small television. I agreed to take […]

I have to climb a mountain in June. A proper one, with ice and axes and plastic boots. I know nothing about mountain climbing, but it seemed like a good idea when Mr. Salter suggested it. It wasn´t until I had eight hours on a bus to Mexico that I started to read a book

Texas is…. waking up and thinking, “I’ll go to Mexico tomorrow.”