When most people think of the Czech Republic they immediately think of the wonderful majestic castles of the capital Prague. However, there is much more to this country then this tourist mad city. Decin is a small town about 30 kilometers from the German border which has the beautiful Labe ( Elbe ) river running through it. The northern area of the Czech Republic is much more rugged than the southern side with grand cliffs and great national parks filled with pristine fresh rivers and tall pine forests. The summer has not been the best I have been told but [View Full Entry]

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Colombia was never really on the map in terms of my journey to South America but having heard such good things, being here felt somehow just right. Sitting in a little outdoor bar in the quiet town of Carpugana, there is a trickling of street folk milling around chatting whilst the famous Vallenato music seeps through the tepid swarmy night and heats the veins. I could not help but feel like a helpless moth being slowly drawn towards the fire somehow knowing but having no control over its desire to feel, to see and simply burn. My friend Claudio somehow [View Full Entry]

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Attention all those shoe stringers out there looking to get to South America quick, easy and cheap. If you are one of those travelers who eats in restaurants with walls or sleeps in hotels with a concrete floor then this information is not for you, otherwise please read on. There are several ways to get from Panama to Colombia. The first and most dangerous is to walk a few weeks through the Darien Gap. If you are lucky you will not get shot or robbed by guerillas trying to smuggle bags of cocaine across the border, you might not starve to [View Full Entry]

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The ferry to the Island of Ometepe from Granada is a four hour journey. Lake Nicaragua is the second largest lake in the world and it falls short of Lake Titicaca in Peru by a mere 100 sq km at 8264 km sq. Ometepe is the largest freshwater island in the world. As it goes. I’m a big fan of moving around in all forms of transport, pleasantly sitting for hours in planes, trains and automobiles. Boats on the other hand are a different story, especially if the water is turbulent sea sickness can start to take hold of me [View Full Entry]

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arrive late in the morning to the bustling colonial town of León, Nicaragua. The bus terminal is of a typical Central America variety, bustling with people, touts pulling you by the arm to buy clothes, fruit or some shoes that will probably fall apart within a week. I get a whiff of a sweet smell of smoke coming from the corners where little ladies in are frying up various kinds of meat over the open fire grills, there are scrawny starving dogs scavenging around in the hope that a piece of fat or bone might fall in front of them. I [View Full Entry]

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I awake abruptly, a feeling of a sharp jolting pain shooting up my leg, peering around with my eyes half open I notice that im jammed between a four foot ninety year old mayan woman on one side and a fat sweaty, middle aged man on the other squeezing all the remaining blood and circulation out of my leg. I needed to go to the bathroom, the word urgently was a serious understatement, I regret eating that piece of chicken of the street the previous night it has now come back for avengance in my lower bowel region. 20 people have [View Full Entry]

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As you cross into the Guatemalan border at El Carmen you immediately notice a difference in the surroundings. For one you stand at the feet of giant mountains, most of which are extinct volcanoes bold and mighty and are quite inspiring. Another difference is the transportation, long gone are the deluxe first class over air-conditioned behemoth Mercedes buses and are replaced with brightly painted, multi-coloured 50´s American school buses known here as "chicken buses" for multiple reasons including the fact that a lot of the local people like to buy live chickens a from the town market and take them [View Full Entry]

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I guess the images you get of Mexico are the classic drunk Mexican with a bottle of tequilla in one hand sleeping under a cactus in the desert heat or of Clint Eastwood riding around on a horse in a poncho making lots of trouble with lots of gunslinging and punch ups in cantina bars. Unfortunately, everyone gets a shock when they arrive here and it looks like a slight run down version of the USA. Its quite disappointing at first as the old west as it was known no longer really exists and is replaced by a inferior plastic [View Full Entry]

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After running out of funds I decided to head back to england to reimburse the wallet. I really did not want to leave Mexico but i knew there really was no other choice. It was kind of daunting after so many months travelling to go back to the hustle and bustle of "reality" shall we put it that so many millions of people do everyday to make a living. I stayed in London for a couple months mainly looking for work in my industry of computers as I knew working behind a bar like thousands of other Aussies is just [View Full Entry]

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After returning to Tucson, I was ready to leave the US and go all the way down the pacific coast of Mexico. I was glad upon arriving at the bus station, as the greyhound buses were all full and the one for Mexico was almost empty, with much more leg room and comfort. It was really astonishing that the bus service was so much better than the American service, but there was one slight hitch. When arriving the Mexico border, I was required to pay for my visa but unfortunately I did not have enough cash on me to complete [View Full Entry]

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