After carnage at carnival it was time to get back on the cultural trail and explore an area which I consider off the beaten track (although perhaps not for much longer) – the desert. Myself, Lauren and Carl (all members of the Carnaval crew) headed off on a bus to Palomino, caught a second bus … More To the Desert and Tayrona National Park
We were picked up from the hostel, people, bags and boxes of food (ok alcohol) en tow. Somehow we squeezed 14 people inside along with all our stuff for three days of cultural festivities (ok outrageous partying). We arrived at our Air b&b which was 40min outside of Barranquilla – where carnaval was held. Welcomed … More Colombia Pt 5: Did someone say Carnaval?
For some reason I truly can’t comprehend Bogota doesn’t have an amazing rep with backpackers. I hear about Medellin as being an amazing city to visit but Bogota gets a shrug and a ‘meh’ attitude and I genuinely don’t understand why. It’s very artisan with beautiful streets, cafes, full of vibrancy, culture and friendly people. … More Colombia Pt 3: Café central, artesian heaven and a lucky non-robbery
Three countries is three weeks is intense. Abi and I rushed through Peru and barely touched Ecuador because Abi has limited time and we wanted to get to Colombia. Colombia is the country I have been the most eager to get to after missing out on it last year after I was taken out by … More Colombia Pt 1: I did the thing my mama told me never to do & the unnecessary hike
We left Vilcabamba (after more amazing food – HOW do people lose weight travelling?!) and caught another USD 1.50 from Vilcabamba to Loja. They leave every hour (I think) until 8pm. Abi had a rough time during the bus ride, she’s not a fan of the skinny, twisting mountain roads and buses, but especially when … More J’adore Ecuador
Leaving Peru, while relatively straight forward was an adventure in itself. We started off taking a mini van out of Mancora to Sullena at 5.30pm. At the last minute one additional guy wanted on and in spite of there being no seats left, the driver found a tiny unfold-able chair, so this fella was wedged … More Ay Caramba Vilcabamba
We booked a night bus (11.05pm) from Huaraz to Trujillo as we couldn’t find a direct bus to Mancora. We used the company Movistar which was honestly a bit of a shit show with multiple buses supposedly leaving at the same time. They ran movies until nearly 2am so trying to sleep was a bit … More Blood bombs – talk about a human sacrifice
It seems like a bold statement to make because of course you can travel solo, but it’s a choice. I was petrified of solo tavelling. What if I didn’t meet anyone? Or get along with anyone? My predominant fear wasn’t being lost or robbed or stranded somewhere, I was afraid of being alone and feeling … More There’s no such thing as solo travelling
I landed in Managua airport, Nicaragua on Jan 3rd 2016 and the first thing I saw on the two hour journey to the small beach town – San Juan del Sur, was a man walking along the street wearing a simple loin cloth that covered absolutely nothing when the wind blew. After hours of plane rides, … More The stuff dreams are made of – Pt 1
I flew through Costa Rica and Panama, but one of my favourite stops was Bocas del Toro, carribean side, northern Panama. I was with an excellent group, you had to take water taxis to get anywhere and the islands had the perfect mix of party and chill out. I went on a bat cave tour … More The stuff dreams are made of – pt 2
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