Not many people realise but Gemma is an incredibly rageous person. Here she is repeatedly breaking the law… Read the rest of this entry
When the time came to leave Peru I was sad. I’d experienced a friendly and interesting culture, learnt a lot about nature and the Peruvian way of life and seen some of the best scenery I’ve ever come across. Peru is mountainous, tasty, hard work and relaxing all at the same time, and quite frankly we didn’t want to leave.
If we had to go though (which we did) we wanted to soak up the last of our time there by doing something quintessentially Peruvian. The only problem was that we didn’t know what that was. Gemma wasn’t keen on my suggestion to wear ponchos and become llama shepherds, although admittedly I was suggesting it more as a life choice than a last goodbye to Peru. So what to do… Read the rest of this entry
Sometimes travelling is about exploring new places, sometimes it’s about trying new things, sometimes it’s about sitting on a bus for days in a row. And others it’s about saying goodbye – for me, the worse part of travelling.
Nobody really talks about goodbyes. You’ll hear all about meeting interesting people and all the wonderful stories you’ve shared with other travellers. But rarely will you hear about all the goodbyes. Yes, it’s wonderful meeting people from all over the world, but inevitably the time comes where you need to pack your bags and move in separate directions, almost always never to see each other again. Read the rest of this entry
The world is full of bearded, wise men. God they’ve seen some stuff. I mean really. Stuff. You wouldn’t understand.
Sometimes I have a beard. It’s at these times I’m at my wisest. Normally after a trek, after three days of travelling or after those times when I’ve been really lazy… sorry, I mean contemplating the world.
The point I’m making is this – with knowledge comes hair.
Unfortunately, Gemma tells me with hair comes responsibility; the responsibility to lather up your face, the responsibility to shave, and the responsibility to moisturise to name but a few. I’ve come up with so many excuses not to shave – all my razors are blunt, the hostel doesn’t have hot water, my face is cold – and nothing seems to deter her from wanting me to shave my intelligence off. Read the rest of this entry
Altitude sickness can be an incredibly dangerous illness, if you have very severe symptoms this blog is not for you… the hospital is. It can also be very mild, with most people suffering from headaches and shortness of breath. Again this blog is not for you, a paracetamol and a lie down are for you. This blog is for those in-between, the ones with the fevers and the lethargy and the sickness and the, dare I say it, diarrhoea. This is for the people who can’t leave the comfort of their bed/toilet. This blog is for the few of us that really suffer from altitude sickness (again, excluding the afore mentioned seriously ill who MUST go to hospital). Read the rest of this entry
Before we went travelling we weren’t exactly sure what to expect. We did however, know we wanted to tick three things off our list:
1) We wanted to learn as much as possible about each country we visited.
2) We wanted to have fun.
3) We wanted to trek to Machu Picchu.
The first two didn’t need much preparation, but the third required us to book a few months in advance and to have a certain amount of physical ability. We researched the best tour company to go with (inbetween obsessively google imaging the wonder) and one company came out on top – Llama Path. They were the most expensive but we went with them anyway because at that time, we had jobs. Read the rest of this entry
“Habla Espanol?” The guy behind the bar asked. He clearly wanted to tell me something and I bet it was something funny too because he had a cheeky face on him…
“I can say thank you in Spanish.” He looked disappointed. He also looked like ‘thank you’ and ‘Spanish’ might have been the only words he understood from my reply. He passed me the drinks I’d previously managed to order.
“Gracias” I beamed proudly but the man didn’t look impressed. Clearly me and Gemma were going to have to try harder than this in South America. Read the rest of this entry
A while back you may remember me and Gemma volunteering for Riverkids Project, an NGO based in Phnom Penh dedicated to reducing child trafficking in Cambodia.
Well, whilst I was there I made this charity video for them to persuade people to donate and/or volunteer. This is the long version, a shorter version will follow in the next few days. Read the rest of this entry
So before we set off for our South America leg, Tim decided it would be a great idea to look up the dangers and annoyances. And I mean just before. He learnt all about the taxis that slow down in the ghetto so that armed robbers can relieve you of all your belongings, he learnt about strangle robberies in which someone grabs you from behind, restricts your oxygen until you pass out and … Relives you of your belongings. He also learnt about pickpockets, robbers who kidnap you and take you to an ATM… To relieve you of your savings, and he learnt about the busses that plunge off cliffs.. Not to relieve you of your belongings, just because they forget to follow the road. Read the rest of this entry
Oh sweet mother of all hell I’m dying. The Beatles once sang “tomorrow may rain so, I’ll follow the sun” – actually they probably sang it more than once. Well for the last three days Gemma and I have been literally doing that. We’ve flown from Hanoi to Bangkok, Bangkok to Doha, Doha to Sao Paulo, and now we’re on the last stretch from Sao Paulo to Lima. And we’ve not experienced night the whole time! Flight time alone has taken 32 hours, we spent a couple of hours in Doha and 9 in Sao Paulo. Most of the flights have been with Qatar who offer outstanding service, tasty and flowing food and drink, an on demand entertainment system and comfort items such as blankets and pillows.
This final flight is with Taca who offer a runny egg with spam and one Spanish film. Read the rest of this entry