The sun was setting when Ben walked into the cavernous Terminal de Autobuses de Oaxaca. Gentry had been told that Mexican night-buses usually traveled at half capacity. This meant passengers could generally expect to have an empty seat next to them. The seats were similar to standard airline seats but with more leg room. With […]
The next morning Ben brought his luggage into the hotel lobby and saw that Jose was still on duty. “Buenos Dias Jose,” said Ben. “Buenos Dias Señor Gentry.” “I’m surprised to see you still at work.” “The morning clerk called in sick.” “When will you be relieved?” “Soon.” “I hope the owner is paying you […]
Ben awoke at dawn, surprised he still had on his clothes. As he sat up he felt something under his left leg. It was the binder he’d been reading when he fell asleep. He put the binder back into a weathered satchel and placed the satchel under the bed. He showered and put on fresh […]
The Villafrontu District lies in the northern hills overlooking Oaxaca. It is a neighborhood of gracious Quintas, large estates enclosed within high adobe walls. These compounds generally contain a great house on expansive grounds with other smaller dwellings and well tended gardens. For five generations the Olguin family had lived within the Quinta on their […]
Many years before… English mixed with German among the crush of voices Ben could hear in the great room of the Munich beer hall. Two tables away a group of American soldiers were having a ‘short-timers’ party for their friend, a G.I. who was about to receive his military discharge. Through the din the exuberant […]
Ben spent the morning on a walkabout. He stopped from time to time to stand and watch people going about their daily lives. Passing countless concession stands in the open air street markets he would engage in conversations with various artisans and merchants. He also liked to observe construction sites. For a time in his […]
He sat comfortably on a wooden chair by a table in the hotel room. The man was alone, in Spain he thought. At this point he saw no reason to continue his journey. He spooned the powder into a glass of water with the understanding that this substance would slow down and stop his heart. […]
That night we camped by the ruins of Babylon. Winter nights in the Iraqi desert were cold. Camping consisted of throwing our sleeping bags on the ground and climbing into them. Jim and I slept like the dead but Paul coughed all night long. He caught a chest cold when we were in Baghdad. The […]
Just north of the Mexican border and south of the town of Ajo, Arizona lies a remote wilderness in the Sonoran Desert. This is my fourth winter in these parts and it’s where I have camped for the past four and a half months. The nearest U.S. cities, Phoenix and Tucson, are each over a […]
Fire stormed through the Anagama kiln as Pierre fed wood into the portholes. An autumn breeze cooled the evening air while sounds of a hooting owl gave way to those of approaching footsteps. “Hello Pierre,” said Sally. “Bonsoir mon ami.” “How are you tonight?” “Celebrating.” “What’s the occasion?” “I have an assignment from Time International. […]
