Booby Trapped

I hate getting pushed around by boobs. Literally. Enormous, springy ones at that. This might sound like two cycles from Nirvana for some, but for me, not so much. Especially when I’m innocently standing in line at Molisi, soggy from shoes up thanks to the rain gushing outside, and a lady (not the one featured…

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A Frenzy of Tapa-Making

Today is perfect. The weather couldn’t be better: cool, breezy and the sun shines between fringes of palm fronds and glossy, green banana leaves. A light stream of smoke wafts through the air, but it is pleasant. Like a cozy fire at Thanksgiving. All around me, neighbors pound their wooden clubs on paper mulberry bark, making the renowned Tapa cloth…

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