I met Juan Diego in Colombia; we haven´t become particularly close as he likes to keep to himself – but after talking to him a couple of times, something clicked together in my head. Diego has walked hundreds and thousands of miles across South …
Not looking like a homeless can get difficult when you become a full-time backpacker! All the budget lady travelers know that those photos they show off on Instagram just aren´t real – and if you weren´t aware of that, this …
The summer is here and so is your wanderlust, I know. However, it is more of a bicycle-lust in my case – it would be a shame not to delight in riding those wonderful paths that run all along the Danube …
And if one day I must be dust, ashes, and nothing
let my night be a dawn,
let me know how to lose myself . . . to find myself . . .
– Florbela Espanca, Amar
The selva (jungle) at the foothill of the Andes is friendlier and kinder than the dark, wet, sweltering guts of Amazonas, or so they say. Mocoa, the capital of the Putumayo district, is surrounded by it and in it, you can find …
We entered through the main entrance, as the patients used to, although through a broken glass pane. There are other ways to get inside, too; the writings and signatures on the walls proove that (many?) people come here relatively often.
Do you know what happened to the girl who has seen the wolf?
Unexpectedly, the door opens with a crack; suddenly awake, we see a dark silhouette of a huge man, creeping through the door!
“You got some beers?” they asked us.
They looked shabby and rough, their punk clothes torn and their voices rogue. The few of us left there froze.
I am not changing my life this year.