Up until now things have just been ticking along the same at home, nothing much changing from day to day or week to week. This is big deal and something I’m not quite sure how I will cope with yet.
Please forgive me for this contemptible rant, but I’ve developed an almost debilitating pet hate in the time that I have been travelling.
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?