When I was saving for my trip around the world, I didn’t get out much, so I’ve been pretty excited to be back in Sydney right in time for festival season (despite the appalling weather).
My flatmate and BFF (you might remember her from such posts as Lost in a high place) is all loved up with a cotton farmer. So the day before New Year’s Eve, we got in the car and made the seven hour drive north west from Sydney to his farm.
From almost the moment I crossed the border and wound up in the seaside town of Mancora on the country’s north coast, Peru was my favourite Latin American country so far (at least until I arrived in Bolivia a month later). The Pan American highway runs right through Mancora. Trucks steam through town and throw [...]
‘So has it changed you? Travelling for so long?’ I was at the bus station in sky-high Potosi, Bolivia. It was about a month before I was due to return to Australia. A fellow traveller, who I’d just met in the taxi to the bus station, and I, were waiting in line to purchase snacks [...]