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- by Roberto Rocha
- published from Australia
- on 2010.05.24
Divine diving and pedophile jokes on the Apollo
Two hours into the sailing trip, Dave, the divemaster, brought out the pedophile jokes.
He had already riled the Irish on board (“Your body is 80 percent water, except for the Irish, which are 30 percent alcohol”) but was still several hours from touching on race (“Why is Stevie Wonder always smiling? He doesn’t know he’s black”).
It was, to be sure, an alarming start to a three-day cruise around the Whitsunday Islands.
- by Roberto Rocha
- published from Canada
- on 2010.02.16
Cold hippies and sublime hot dogs at the UBC campus
There were no naked people at Vancouver’s Wreck Beach, but there was a greying hippie feeding seagulls and a friendly bearded fella named Cloud.
This would have to suffice as a taste of this naturist mecca, where in the summer, thousands gather wearing nothing but a smile.
We happened on this notorious beach by chance: the Museum of Anthropology at the University of British Columbia was charging $14 a person, a few notches above the limits of reason for budget travelers.
- by Roberto Rocha
- published from Guatemala
- on 2009.03.09
How Antigua lied about her virginity
After a day in Antigua Guatemala, you realize that your beautiful bride has been lying about her virginity.
You first lay your eyes on her, her unspoiled cobblestone curves, her plump plazas, the pastel blush of her houses, all seemingly unsullied by men. Then it hits you: is that a McDonald’s?