Between my heavily freckled skin and his beard people just don’t know who to stare at first most of the time.
It was a half hour walk to our first break and a real baptism of fire, as we immediately began hauling ourselves up a dusty, crumbling and what seemed like vertical path in the blazing midday heat.
Crazed South Americans swarmed around the boarding gate desk so we did the only thing we could. Went and got a beer and sat down.
In the part of the world where Brasil, Argentina and Paraguay meet lies one of the most astoundingly beautiful things that I have ever seen.
We love meeting friendly, welcoming people and eating delicious street food. Colombia didn’t disappoint.
Before we set off travelling, something that cropped up in many a conversation with friends and family was how people in the places we were visiting would react to my skin colour.
Following a few fracas’ that have occurred since we’ve been on the road, I’m starting to wonder; is travelling making me angry?
If it had happened a few minutes later we could easily have been involved, our journey abruptly ended, quite possibly our lives with it.
It seemed like another ominous sign that it was probably not going to be worth staying in Bolivia for long. We couldn’t have been more wrong…