We were walking out of the long distance bus station in Boston, towards the metro station housed in the same complex, when Mum turned to me with a really confused look on her face, and asked me why it all looked so familiar. We had been in Boston a week prior, but had only spent 5 minutes or so there whilst we ran desperately for our bus. Now that we had returned we were very excited to be able to spend a couple of days in the city and explore it a bit more. I had been keeping in touch with [View Full Entry]

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At long last I was travelling again. The trip to Maine was surprisingly picturesque. In the morning Malcolm dropped us off at the AMTRAK station in Wilmington, and we caught the train north through Newark and New York to Boston. Although we didn't see anything of NYC, because the train tracks were all underground, the 'Northeast Regional' did take us past the beautiful sea front houses along the coast of Conneticut and Rhode island, before pulling into Boston after seven hours. Sadly, we were only in Boston for 10 minutes before our bus to Bangor pulled out, but we knew we'd [View Full Entry]

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Well here we are, very thankful to be sitting on a bus, pulling out of Boston South Station. We were still catching our breath as we sat down on the couple of spare seats, not quite used to dashing madly across from the other end of the station, where we had arrived on the Amtrak train only a handful of minutes before our bus departed. I suppose it's all part of the normal travel experience - of course the train would be an hour late, but although I have been taking a brake from the traveller's lifestyle these last couple of [View Full Entry]

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I know it is a big call, but I've come to the conclusion, after a month of pondering and reminiscing, that out of all the cities in South America, Cartagena is my favourite. After getting in rather late the first night, because I couldn't get a direct bus from Santa Marta, I realised that I didn't have much energy. To be brutally honest, even, I spent most of my time in Cartagena doing absolutely nothing, as I woke up late and would have a mid afternoon nap to pass the time. Being on the Carribean, I found Cartagena awfully humid and [View Full Entry]

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Warning: This blog is about me doing nothing for a couple of days on the Colombian Carribean. After a pretty tiring 18 hour drive from Bogota, we arrived in Santa Marta to be greeted by heat and humidity. With the temperature in the mid 30s, and humidity pretty high, the dusty city of Santa Marta was a bit of a shock after coming from Bogota, in the mountains, and off the air conditioned bus. At least it wasn´t as bad as a story I heard from a man who had been to Venezuela, who said that he had woken up one [View Full Entry]

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Colombia has been rico. Countless days ago I caught a bus from Otovalo to Ibarra, and from there on to the Ecuadorian border town of Tulcán. I caught a collectivo to the border crossing, a bridge over a deep gorge and a river. After waiting for quite some time to get my exit stamps from Ecuador I walked over the bridge to Colombia, waiting for a while more while the man at the immigration office talked on his phone before finally getting my stamps for Colombia. Grabbing a collectivo I headed straight to the bus terminal, from where I caught an [View Full Entry]

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I´m ashamed to report that my blitzkrieg of Ecuador has been, so far, sadly successful. It saddens me how fast I´ve been travelling in the last few days. I´m not even sure if it´s just been a few days, it seems like I´ve been going to town on the buses (literally) for longer than I´d like to remember. You probably know at least, because you might perhaps know when I was in Huaraz, and when I was hiking - but to me it is just a memory in the distant haze. The night that I wrote my blog about Huaraz and [View Full Entry]

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Amazing things happen in the mountains. After writing my last blog entry in Lima, I waited a few more hours before catching my bus to Huaraz, 8 hours North-East of Lima. Naturally my bus took 10 hours, but I didn´t seem to mind so much because I ended up having an amazing sleep - I don´t even remember half the people getting on the bus. I arrived here in Huaraz on the Monday morning, quite early, and found myself a short time later at a family run hostel, down the road four blocks, down a flight of steps, down a side [View Full Entry]

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All in all, Cuzco is a pretty rad place. After Bolivia, Cuzco was a lovely, refreshing breath of Spanish air, with cobbled streets and little, twisting roads that actually lead to somewhere - my hostel. My few words on Cuzco in my last blog to no extent give the place justice. Sure, its full of tourists, but the architecture and the city itself, Plaza de Armas and of course, the churches give it such a great atmosphere that I found the place really quite addictive. Not to mention the cobbled streets, which provide a spirit that no number of twisted ankles [View Full Entry]

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After being in La Paz for the good part of 5 days, doing a lot of not much, I was pretty keen to jump into the wilds of Bolivia. On the Thursday evening I was pretty set on the idea of getting up really early on the Friday morning, to be on the bus to Copacabana, on the shore of Lake Titicaca, at around 7 or 8 am, so I could start my hiking adventure that afternoon. This was all very good in theory, but naturally it didn´t work out whatsoever. After waking up at 9, deciding to have a leisurely [View Full Entry]

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