On Death Row

Composite blog consisting of notes, reflections, weird jokes, trip reports and amusing stories from the death row; some personal, some told and some fabricated, I have to reckon!

BEWARE!! This is neither a porno nor a politically correct site... more probably is a highly misanthropic and overtly cynical terminal account

Ridendo castigat mores, that I freely translate as ”humor improves behavior” , not that I believe, but it sounds nice!

6
May
2018

Ecuador Monogatari, la séptima maleta, Galapagos 3

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Charly and the reptile kings of Galapagos, part three

 

Dear Danarel,

 

As  I already  told,  in the  Santa Cruz market,  Mr. Muscle, alias the mighty seal, does not rule alone. There is company. I am not speaking about people. They are an unavoidable bore. I know, that they are reflecting me like a multiple mirror, which deforms images and it is still very reliable. It tells   that  I am Read More

10
May
2018

Peru Monogatari, The Colca Canyon, la octava maleta, part one

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I am a lion, part 1

Cabanaconde battle station 

Dear Danarel,

Danarel please, I see already your left eyebrow definitely rising up and a sparkle of amusement shinning into your eyes. Be patient and let me tell you the story till the end especially because I do not know what Read More

10
May
2018

Peru Monogatari, The Colca Canyon, la octava maleta,  part two

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I am a lion, part 2

Plunge to Sangallo: hope, despair and rescue

 

Dear Danarel,

Then, with some difficulty, I am getting back in time, I decided to go to  the Mirador (a viewing point) near the shabby Plaza de Toros to look to the path plunging to Sangalle and weight my odds. It shocked me mightily that such a miserable village is spending its  last pennies by indulging itself in four days of Read More

12
May
2018

Olympic Peninsula and the Lost Rainforest

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Dear Danarel

I never heard about Olympic Peninsula before my  physician, to whom I told that I am going to Seattle, advised me to visit it.  It has a septentrional rainforest he casually said. I felt Read More

17
May
2018

Back to King Solomon, through Sequoia National Monument

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Instead of obituary

 Dear Danarel,

With your permission I will do a kind of abstract for the people who are in a hurry. It says that I left my son’s home of  Silicon Valley, the  brain farm for computer scientists and  sleeping quarters (rent at ridiculously high price)  of the Indian and the Israeli Foreign Legion, which is the strike force of the of a dozen fo  HiTech giants looming around. My intention Read More

7
Jul
2018

I had yesterday a terrible row with God

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EARTHQUAKE AND CONVERSION

 

It was around midnight after an exhausting day which included a five hours flight from Sankt Petersburg and the major disappointment to realize that there were no running trains at the airport towards my backwaters abode. I arrived home dead tired and hungry, found the determination to prepare a rice with some Indian relish,  I believe it was pickled lime, took care of the hygienic ritual and went to bed with the Apple tablet.  Read More

16
Jul
2018

Peru Monogatari, The Liquid Realm of Iquitos, la novena maleta, part one

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THE TIMELESS JOURNEY, PART ONE

Dear Danarel

 

I hope that you don’t mind that I am giving titles to my letters. The complexity of the material and the number of details obliged me to do it, otherwise I will go in orbs larger and larger and land into a never ending story. And to be on the safe side let’s better start with the beginning.  The opportunities to go from Peru or Ecuador into the Amazonian jungle, the enchanted and dangerous domain of  fabulous plants and animals, leading to amazing experiences and sometimes to complete disasters – abound. Read More

16
Jul
2018

Peru Monogatari, The Liquid Realm of Iquitos, la novena maleta, part two

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THE TIMELESS JOURNEY, PART TWO

 

Dear Danarel,

 

The other half of the fruit is rotten even if the buildings are one day old. It is born rotten. These are the wood houses, big prismatic crates, giant matchboxes (they may burn sometimes), the fixed ones on posts or on logs, the floating ones. They are made  of wide planks which enclose  both the sacred and the lay space, the sleeping and the living room of the family. The box   is partially surrounded by a corridor which leads to a veranda from one side and to the kitchen and toilet from other: the whole are more or less open to public vision, the wind, the mind and to the rain. Seasonal cleaning,  I will say.   A more confluence with nature and its elements, including giant size mosquitoes, is hard to imagine.  They are painted in luminous colours, and in spite the structural unity, they differ very much one from the other. Some have thatched roofs, but the corrugated iron is dominant. People are circulating in boats to come in or to go out of this miser Venice. Read More