My Name is Andrew, and this is my story. Well atleast this is a part of my story, that bridges the gap between my next story and the last. It all started in a slow paced beach town in Northern Brazil called Jericoacoara... I had decided to leave Jericoacoara at a rather odd moment, and after having made the decision to take flight things sort of happened quickly. I walked to the tourist office and got a ticket to leave at 2, but it was already 11, so I went back and packed all my tired gear back into my [View Full Entry]

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I arrived here very uncertain of what exactly awaited me. Luckily I was welcomed to town by a man named Alvaro who was a local, after having left his homeland in Uruguay, and he spoke perfect english. He showed me around and introduced me to everyone, so I spent a week here. What can I say... It´s Jeri! You may be mildly impressed by some of the images I have managed to capture on my modest 2 megapixel camera, and even if you aren´t even a little impressed by some of the undeniable quality of my shots (composition, lighting, artistic [View Full Entry]

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Love the Pun! Love the Pun! What do you think of first when you look at a starry sky? Does the mystery spin your mind into a wonder, or does that endlessness that is stretched out infront of your eyes cause you to look back in on yourself. I find that once I have found the Southern Cross (painted on the worlds ceiling by one of us Southerners a long time ago), and after I have cast my eye to its Southern Star and imagined my home down there in the Pacific, that the infinite sky is listening to me. [View Full Entry]

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The people of Medellin smile at me with white smiles every day from behind a counter, down a supermarket aisle, at a table in a restaurant, passing in the street, or looking from the other side of the Metro platform. Beautiful people with perfect figures, and a wardrobe consisting only of figure flaunting outfits seem to see something special in us few blue eyed, pale skinned people that venture out into the publics view. Occasionaly someone will approach me and ask me where I am from, or complement me on looking the way that a common kiwi boy does. Whistles [View Full Entry]

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This is Cartagena, A place with a history of pirates, stunning Carribean beaches, Colonial architecture, hot days, humid nights, corner cocaine dealers, and parading prostitutes. This is a place that seems to barrage you with a culture that isn't found outside of Colombia, in a city that still houses forts, barracks, and cannons from ages found now only at the theatre. This is Cartagena! So what am I doing here? I am travelling with my Scottish friend that I met on the 'Ciudad Perdida' trek. His name is Colin (great name). We thought we ought to come back to Cartagena, [View Full Entry]

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As I lifted my bare foot from the smooth, dull grey, slippery surface of another round topped river stone to fight through the current that seemed to cut my feet from beneath me, and then stretched out through the flowing, fresh, cool water to find another sure spot to set down my slowly shifting weight, I realised how great things at that exact moment in my life were. And as I think of that thought, and take into consideration this moment right now, I feel pretty fortunate still. I am here at the Northern tip of South America, just out [View Full Entry]

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8 months ago if you had asked me which South American nations I would be visiting on my upcoming trip I would have told you that Colombia did not feature in any of my plans. The reputation for Drugs, Danger, and Guerrillas was my reason, but after having spent months meeting travellers whom had ventured into Colombia my view on the Cocaine Capital changed. I was told time-after-time that the land and people are only matched in beauty by one another, and that to miss the oppurtunity to go there would be very unwise. My oppinion of Colombia has been [View Full Entry]

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I have just landed in Quito for the second time in my life. I have just sat through another Ecuadorian Taxi Ride. I have just deposited one dollar at the reception of Posada Del Maple for my room key. Now I sit here to tell you about what has been a week of my life. A week spent in The Galapagos Islands. A week I will never forget. It is a two hour flight from Quito airport to touch-down on the runway at Baltra Island in Galapagos. With the stop-over in Guayaquil, and the numerous delays that our flight endured, [View Full Entry]

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45 meters from the rocky ground below, a waterfall cascading over me, Fear submitted to determination, the essence of life surging through my veins, and a smile cast across my face as I hung from a single rope! The sensations that I felt this past week in Banos whilst repelling down a 50m waterfall were truely some of the most pure feelings of accomplishment and joy that I have felt for a long while. As many of you are aware I have a firm fear of heights, 'strange for such a tall guy' some may say, but the truth is [View Full Entry]

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I return to you now at the beginning of a new chapter in my journey. The time I commited to working for the better of others has run dry, and with an emotional departure beneath both a full moon and the flashes of lightening on the horizon, I set off in the same old pick-up truck that arrived at 9 to steal away all the other volunteers that departed over the weeks I have been here. Watching the bodies of the families I have come to know well, fade away as the red glow from our tail lights could no [View Full Entry]

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