A blog for my brother – who believes I never go “anywhere f*&%ing nice”
I feel the question “Would you go there?” is almost rhetorical this week, Jarrod. (And yes, I’ll give you a minute to look up the definition of rhetorical). This was a big week for the blog. Not only was it my first blog-scursion since returning from South America, it also fell on my birthday weekend, so naturally I wanted it to … Continue Reading →
So when we last spoke, Jarrod, I’d just completed the Inca Trail. 44km of hilly terrain and no showers for four whole days. I’m sporting greasy hair, clammy skin, and stinky clothes. I also fall asleep on the train back to Ollantaytambo, with my head lolling to one side and my mouth hanging wide open, so I look like a … Continue Reading →
Pop Quiz, Jarrod. What’s the first thing most people think when they hear someone is going to South America? That’s right: “oh g-reat… the cliche Facebook profile pic at Machu Picchu is only weeks away.” They’re right of course, most travellers come to Peru wanting to tick that off the proverbial bucket list (and of course, garner a respectable collection … Continue Reading →