Lessons learned

Replying with "Si, claro" to any Spanish speaking situation works 90% of the time, every time (I think... but as my Spanish is malo to nada, it's hard to verify this statement). Bananas don't carry well... like my feelings, they get squashed easily. Eggs... also not great to travel with. Protein and 3 sides of... Continue Reading →

Cusco round 2

Two flights, 3 countries and 24 hours later, I arrived in Cusco, for a 50 day in the making reunion with two of my most treasured. Entering the hostel, still dressed for Colombia, the first person I see is a guy I met in Costeno! Small travel world. The hostel reception leads into a large... Continue Reading →


From Trujillo, I catch a night bus to Máncora. Sheenie was detouring to find volunteer work elsewhere... until we reached Trujillo, and the weather forecast for elsewhere was shitty. Incoming, Máncora. Máncora is a small, touristy, beach town, on the coast of northern Peru. There isn't much to do, besides surf, kite surf, swim and... Continue Reading →

Huaraz hike

15/08/19 The pain of a suspected broken rib has forced me to get an X-ray, which reveals nothing. The radiographers speak no English and I'm not wanting to expend further funds, concluding it can't be too bad if I can still breath and walk. Huaraz wasn't initially on the list of places I wanted to... Continue Reading →

Colca, condors and escaping Arequipa

8/08/19 Besides the company and condors, Colca Canyon was not worth the 2:30am wake up or going to Arequipa for... I had other reasons to be there but I'll never recommend anyone to go to Arequipa in the future. The breakfast included in our tour was best described as a tasting... a whole tablespoon of... Continue Reading →

Arequipa and a bromance

6/08/19 A short flight and a taxi ride, I'm on the rooftop at my hostel in Arequipa. Some guests are amazed I made it into the city, others queried if I had rocks thrown at me in the taxi (as some other travellers had experienced). Jorge, a staff member at the hostel offers me a... Continue Reading →

Cusco and crapping myself

The morning post Machupicchu and Salkantay was off to a good start. Waking instantly to something warm on my thigh, I realised, I had indeed shat myself. Moving at high speed from the bed, to the bathroom... no alarm ever got me out of bed this fast. I spent the next 20 minutes in the... Continue Reading →

Summoning Salkantay

Day 1 Waking at 3:55am for a 4:30am pick up, I whisper to Elvar, "see you in 5 days", frantically grab my things and climb down from the bunk bed, to embark on my Salkantay trek. A bus takes us to Mollepata, where we walk 12kms to camp at Soraypampa (3920 meters asl). It's relatively... Continue Reading →


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