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Santa Cruisin’

Santa Cruisin’

Posted on Sep 22, 2013 | One Comment

The grass is always greener on the other side on the fence. This was especially true of Cochabamba, in relation to our neighbouring city in the lowlands: Santa Cruz. Santa Cruz literally did have grass that was greener, because our grass was dust. It was also factually accurate and scientifically proven that: 1) the girls were prettier in Santa Cruz, 2) the food tasted better, 3) everyone had more money, 4) it was always warm and humid so shirts were optional.

Guest Writer: Jason Kliewer

Guest Writer: Jason Kliewer

Posted on Jun 18, 2013 | No Comments

Well, since I never get off my butt to do some writing, the internets have come to my aid. Jason Kliewer, ex-Bolivian resident of murky repute, has decided to pen something for MK Tales. Enjoy! Leave comments of praise and adulation for brave Jason below.
 
“So, Jason, did you have any intestinal trouble, such as diarrhea, during your year in Bolivia?”
I looked up at the doctor and said, “yes, I had diarrhea every day.” He chuckled and said, “no seriously, did you have any problems?” I maintained eye contact and, with a solemn face, truthfully repeated, “Every.

Hold it

Hold it

Posted on Feb 21, 2013 | 3 Comments

A quintessential part of any young kid’s upbringing is the sleepover. Technically, it should be transcribed “Sleep: Over” since it’s the termination of any sleep for a good 24 hours, including that of Mum & Dad and any neighbourhood dogs. I had a great many sleepovers with a great many people, although now as I type it out it all sounds a little Bond film-ish.

Driving Miss Crazy

Driving Miss Crazy

Posted on Sep 17, 2012 | 4 Comments

Like the rest of you, I learned to drive with an insane Bolivian Taxi Driver on cobblestone streets on the side of a mountain. Right? Anyone?
In my high school years, since my father was the principal and could pretty much do whatever he wanted, he started an electives course so I could get my driver’s license.

The Customer is Always Crazy

The Customer is Always Crazy

Posted on May 29, 2012 | 2 Comments

“Were Dead,” said my brother’s hastily typed text message, replete with poor grammar. “Check your Email. We’re dead!” I tapped the mail icon on my iPhone and into my inbox jumped a new message from one of the country’s largest Diabetes organisations. It said if we didn’t take our website offline within 12 hours, they’d be pursuing the matter further with the courts.