Rebeli

Meine wunderbare Reise in ein langes Abenteuer startet in Bali. Nach einem ziemlich schlaflosen Flug mit chronisch schreienden Babys auf allen Seiten und zwei bis drei Impressionen eines freien Falls, landen wir endlich im tropisch warmen Bali. Das Surfcamp "Chillhouse" in Canggu stellt sich als kleines Paradies heraus. Mit einem herzlichen Lachen werden wir von den Locals empfangen. Die Menschen hier sind auffallend freundlich und scheinen stets gut gelaunt. Egal wie oft man innerhalb kurzer Zeit an ihnen vorbei läuft, man wird jedesmal erneut freundlich gegrüsst. Zusammen mit einem anderen besetzten Doppelzimmer hausen Steffi und ich für eine Woche in unserer eigenen kleinen Villa mit Minipool, Affensesseln, hüpfenden Fröschen im Garten usw. Jeweils um sieben gibts für alle Campbewohner zusammen Abendessen an zwei langen Holztischen. Ich fühle mich wie in einer kleinen Familie, bestehe... read more

All in all I'm staying for three months in ecuador, not only for travelling but primarily to work as a volunteer. Every monday to wednesday I teach english in the Montessori- Pestalozzi school in Otavalo. It's one of the very few schools which integrates children with disability. There are 52 children seperated into preschool, 1. class, 2./3. class, 4./5. class and 6./7. class. In every class I teach english twice a week. The kids here are so lovely! Every morning when I arrive at school, they run towards me and hug me! Some of them even give you a kiss and expect one back. Teachers and the kids are much more closer here, which I cherish! But teaching here in general is definitely different than in Switzerland. The kids don't really show respect to you as ... read more

The employees at the immigration desk were welcoming me warmly. Then I went further to the baggage claim and was waiting tired and excited for my backpack. But it didn't came. So I went to a desk especially for complaints about baggage which didn't arrive. There were already around 10 other people standing cause their baggage didn't arrive as well. Hours later, as it was finally my turn they confirmed me that my backpack got lost somewhere and they would send it after. I should come the next day again to pick it up... I just thought to myself: Bienvenida en Sur-america! At least I could bank on the two volunteers who were picking me up at the airport and bringing me to the voluntary apartement in Otavalo. It took us two hours by bus to ... read more

I spent my last week of my stay in Venezuela in Mérida, a city more in the west of the counrty. Mérida is 1600 meters above sealevel and surounded by mountains. It's a student city due to a lot of different universitys. I went there with Betty (an other swiss girl who attended all the trips with me) by bus, which took us 20hours and coast less than 50.-! We stayed there in a hostel from the same organisation as in playa colorado. It was a lovely place as well, finally with hot water and wifi again. It was kind of strange in the beginning, but incredible how fast you get used to it again. Mérida is a safer place than Purto la Cruz ore Playa Colorado, which means that we were able again to walk ... read more

We had quite a relaxed week back in Playa, with some spanish lessons and a lot of freetime. We all want to see as much as possible from the venezoelan livestyle considering the dangerous circumstances. So one afternoon we took the bus to a village called Santa Fe, from which everyone here sais it's not worth to see it! The city is quite dirty and looks desorganisated. The livestyle is just very different from ours. They keep everything simple, like for example sell things they have just on the street, cut hair under a umbrella ore even offer manicure on the street. The streets were darkbrown, lots of rubish and dirty water everywere and it also smelled bad. But i liked seeing it, and they've still almost every house painted in different colours, even if they're ... read more