“If you can make it up in three hours, you’ll have no problem with the Santa Cruz trek,” said my roommate at the hostel I was staying at. I don’t know if he meant it as a challenge, or as reassurance, but being a hiking neophyte, I certainly felt the pressure no matter what. The […]Read more "laguna 69: don’t forget to breathe"
Yesterday I woke up, checked my news feed, and decided I would rather not. Instead, I backed up photos from my phone, and capturing my imagination were the photos from my trek along the Santa Cruz trail in Huascaran National Park, in the north of Peru. For anyone that wants a taste of the snow-capped […]Read more "santa cruz trail: sky. mountains. lakes."
Today I put up a few of the postcards I bought during my trip to South America, among them a couple by Oswaldo Guayasamin, an Ecuadorean artist I had never heard of until, well, I got to Ecuador. I had two days to spend in Quito en route to the Galapagos, and visiting the house […]Read more "in quito: guayasamin, with feeling"
“You’re so brave.” That’s a comment I got a lot from people whenever they found out I was travelling alone. It’s not true though – I’m not braver than most, and sometimes I’m downright chicken – for example, I still don’t like trekking alone because I’m convinced I’ll get lost and I’m not sure I’m […]Read more "girl and going solo"
The story I wrote on visiting Colombia’s La Guajira region ran on Thursday, two days after I landed back home. Reading it and looking through my photos afresh brought about the predictable twinges of longing. Cabo de la Vela and Punta Gallinas are full-on experiences, where the environment – hot, harshly dazzling – makes itself […]Read more "la guajira steals your heart"
But try not to hurt yourself. I got to try out this maxim in Salento when I decided for some reason that downhill mountain biking was the best way to see giant wax palms, which are only found in a few places in Colombia and Peru (it’s Colombia’s national tree and can be found on […]Read more "salento: do something that scares you a little "
Topknots on boys and girls. Talk of cocaine tours. Electronic music pulsing by the pool. I sat in my hostel in Santa Marta and thought, fuck it, let’s go somewhere else. I had come to Santa Marta after spending a few glorious days in Riohacha, Cabo de la Vela and Punta Gallinas. Sure, there […]Read more "running away to mompós"