We all took one on the palm of our hands, looking at it like it was an alien curiosity. These ants were huge. We popped them into our mouths as if we were taking tequila shots. ...After about 20 minutes of flying my pilot said, "Ok we are going down now to land." We continued to ascend. After a few minutes my pilot said, "Um, we are still going up." I laughed and said, "I see that." We were in a strong updraft.
Passengers simply hung onto the outside of the truck. . . Just as I lifted my light to see up into the cave I screamed.
As a child I dreamed of building my own dwelling in the woods and living alone, self-sufficient off the land. I like people, I really do. I love a good party and I revel in great conversations, but a part of me longs to be secluded. I love my alone time. Does that make me... Continue Reading →
Ricky Shetty, aka Daddy Blogger, interviewed us for his Nomadic Travel Podcast series podcast. He asked about how we got started, how we fund our travels, and other fun stuff. https://youtu.be/9STM-ZrtX_8
Cartagena is hot, I mean really hot, but it is still worth a visit. I need to remind Jen, my BFF from where we used to work, to take an umbrella on her cruise to Cartagena. It will help shield some of the heat from the sun. This town was our first stop in Colombia. It's... Continue Reading →
Something about getting on a bus headed to a place I have never been with all our belongings on our laps or in the bin overhead simply excites me. I get a giddy feeling and a goofy grin on my face. However it can also be exhausting moving constantly from place to place. Sometimes it... Continue Reading →
A beautiful mountain range runs along the side of town. Behind our house the mountains split and provide a glimpse of a dark valley beyond it. There are always ominous clouds resting in this crevice making the mountain beyond them appear to be always in shadows. This dark mountain has been calling to me since... Continue Reading →
"A friend of mine, when he was a child, he walked out the front door one morning and found a dead body laying in a pool of blood in the street," Tatiana said as we sat around the living room in her apartment in San Javier. She grew up in the neighborhood known as Comuna... Continue Reading →
We wanted to get an early start today, to get a full day at Arvi park. I was up by 6AM enjoying the tail-end of the overnight window of peace and quiet, making my coffee, preparing today's packed lunch, aware of the ephemeral nature of this reprieve. The loud speakers from the street below started... Continue Reading →