The Lost City Colombia

The Lost City Colombia

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.

Who Needs Sleep Anyway?!

Who Needs Sleep Anyway?!

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.

It’s rude to stare. But is it racist?

It’s rude to stare. But is it racist?

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. 

Is travelling making me angry?

Is travelling making me angry?

Following a few fracas’ that have occurred since we’ve been on the road, I’m starting to wonder; is travelling making me angry?

 

Life and Death on the Road

Life and Death on the Road

If it had happened a few minutes later we could easily have been involved, our journey abruptly ended, quite possibly our lives with it.

7 Reasons Why We Loved La Paz

7 Reasons Why We Loved La Paz

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…