Tulululu!

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I’m in Bluefields airport, waiting for my 15 minute flight to Corn Island. The airplane is too heavy so people have to leave their checked in luggage and pick it up with the next flight that comes in the afternoon. Another reason to travel as light as possible and try to bring no more than hand luggage. Unfortunately, they found my lethal killing machine, so I had to check it in. But as the ticket I got is bigger than the mini-nailclippers they took away from me, they promised to try to get them on the flight anyway. I doubt they will be affecting the weight of the flight.

By the way, isn’t my second hand leather handbag the most beautiful camera bag you have ever seen? I love the fact that my camera fits perfectly in it, and that it doesn’t scream: “I carry very expensive stuff – please steal me!!

Anyway, so we went to a suburb and danced the traditional Palo de Mayo yesterday, the landlady’s daughter and I. I can still hear the “Tulululu!” shouting and music in my head.

There will be a lot of photos and videos from the night, here’s a small preview:

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Hey, Bluefields!

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This place is a little treasure full of diversity. I have so many stories and beautiful faces to share with you!

I am blogging this from my phone using the photos I have transferred using the WiFi on my new Canon. Love it!

I found a small guesthouse just in the center where I am staying with an old lady and her 28 year old daughter. The girl also happens to be a hairdresser so she gave me a 1€ haircut. And tonight she wants to take me out dancing.

I’m on the Caribbean coast!

Peace, sister!

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Yesterday I commented on a music video posted to Facebook, featuring horribly tacky Polish rap and young, topless girls dancing on the beach, posing with cars and ‘acting sexy’. The chorus explained that the girls were lonely, needy, easy and longing for real love from a real man.

So I called it sexist.

A woman responded that all women who had anything against this video were just jealous of their bodies and looking for issues where there weren’t any, then she referred to me directly and said that all that feminism probably had killed my inside woman.

My definition of “being a woman” is probably far from what she had in mind as it has very little to do with appearance and classic gender roles – but as a bonus, today I am happy to display some traditional accessories that might make her believe that I am, in fact, a woman – pink pants, for example.

Peace!

Bonus 2: Pink toenails and frenchied hands. *squeal!*

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EOS Remote

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My new camera is fantastic, I adore the wifi function! There is an app for the phone where I can see what the camera sees, choose focus, ISO, and release the shutter so now you’ll finally be able to join my world in high resolution and from an outside perspective.

Here’s me, working on a Sunday.

I have a lot of feedback and thoughts to share related to today’s blog post. But that will have to wait until tomorrow. Thank you all for being such beautiful friends, for commenting, for texting me, and for sharing!

Long meetings

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Mondays are often are packed with important planning meetings which are essential for coordination but sometimes manage to drag out and, most importantly, hinder people from using valuable working hours to finalize what’s on their to do list.

Ironically, I had written some points on these things in preparation for a meeting that ended up lasting almost two and a half hours. It was an important meeting and I was very content to finally vent what I think about things such as copy-pasted text. But still, two and a half hours, cutting into lunchtime.

That’s when that simple “I’m hungry” note to the person next to you gradually gains exclamation marks and transforms into a rawring lion with eyelashes.