by Peter Nelson
“Hanging on for dear life” is a phrase you hear a lot, but it never applied to me until now. I had eight fingers supporting my entire...
by Peter Nelson
Awright! FINALLY!
South American soil!
Every building in Cartagena seems to be made of stone walls, two feet thick and faded pink. Since everything continues to be cheaper by the dozen, all 12 of...
Read the first of Peter's stories here
by Peter Nelson
These are the stories of travels in the Southern Hemisphere from 1971 to 1975, hitchhiking whenever...