Friday 22nd July 2016 – There wasn’t much left to do in the Galapagos after the dive. Actually, that’s very much a lie – it was more of a case of there wasn’t very much I could do. I had one more whole day left, and not wanting to leave…
Monday 27th June 2016 – I took the bus to Chachapoyas. This wouldn’t be of any note – I take the bus everywhere, and it’s probably one of my less original ways to start an entry – but for three reasons. One – I don’t think I mentioned last time…
Saturday 11th June 2016 – I stayed in Cusco before I left, and was treated once more to a chance meeting. Shira and Danya had just arrived from their time in Bolivia, so we met up for dinner after we’d sorted out where we were going to eat. I think…
Saturday 14th May 2016 – I set sail with new friends across the border to Peru. By set sail, I actually mean used the ever present South American bus, and by new friends I neglect to mention that Enrico was still there, till Puno at least, anyway. Nevertheless, the point…
Friday 29th April 2016 – I lied. I’m sorry. I retract the statement. Remember when I declared Pucón the most touristy of little Chilean tourist towns? Well, it’s not. That honour, without a shadow of a doubt, belongs to San Pedro de Atacama. Before I talk too much about it…
Saturday 23rd April 2016 – The cloud of drizzle that had loomed over Valparaiso during my time there, followed me up the coast to La Serena. It merged with the sea, a mysterious white blanket of mist and water breaking over the jagged coastal rocks. It certainly didn’t feel like…
