The Santa Monica One

And so I find myself in The City of Angels-aka Los Angeles- standing at the site of the original muscle beach, just south of the Santa Monica pier.That’s muscles as in pectorals and biceps, not mussels as in the globby seafood thing that looks like a lady’s hoo-hah. There are still bars and things for…

The Canoa One

I am currently in Canoa, Ecuador. It is a little beach town filled with friendly locals, surfer dudes and so-tanned-they-look-like-walnuts retired folk from North America. I have spent large parts of my days here swinging in a hammock. When the swinging gets a bit hot and too much like hard work, I head 50 yards…

The San Pedro de Atacama, Chile One

This blog post is a little outdated as I was in San Pedro de Atacama a few weeks ago now. However, I didn’t write any tales from there at the time so I will now, whilst I lie in a hammock on the beach in Ecuador. San Pedro de Atacama is in the north of…

The Foreigner One

We all know what weirdos foreigners are. In the UK I have seen a Chinese teenager eat a pizza slice with chopsticks. I’ve had an Eastern European ask me “where is the willy?” (I never did figure that one out). And I’ve seen Japanese people with face masks, gloves, massive floppy hats etc.. in a…

The Altitude One

One important fact I can tell you about high altitude is that there is less oxygen in the air. A fact I can tell you about La Paz is that it’s really high up in the air: between 3,100 meters lowest point and 4,100 metres at its highest (or 10,200- 13,400 feet) so there is…

The Double Boobie One

After getting over a touch of food poisoning upon arrival in La Paz, having a machete waved in my face and seeing a man dead in the road with traffic beeping at him for the inconvenience; I went out one night to a great steakhouse with ten other travellers from Germany, Finland, Oz, the US,…

The Night Bus One

Night buses, indeed travelling by buses at all, is normal behaviour in South America for tourists and locals alike. On this occasion I was travelling from Arequipa in Southern Peru to Arica in Northern Chile via the border town of Tacna. The bus station in Arequipa is a hectic mess even at 9 o’clock in…

The Huacachina One

A fancy bus, where we had to ‘check in’ our luggage airport style, took us the four hours from Lima to Ica. To get there you go south down the panamerican highway, take a left after a few hours, go up in altitude approximately 400m and then boom you are in the town of Ica….

The Lima One

George and I spent two days and three nights in Lima. Having first only booked two nights we quickly changed to three as we both immediately liked the feel of Lima. Lima doesn’t always seem to get a lot of credit from other visitors. It sits in permanent mist for nine months of the year…

The We Have Arrived in Lima One

After barely sleeping, my friend (I’ll call her George because that’s her name) and I got up at 2am and drove to Heathrow airport for a connecting flight to Madrid and then on to Lima. My first experience of South American friendliness came not in South America but from the driver of the airport bus…

The Few Days Before Departure One

Now I find myself three days before departure and aside from buying my ticket and having my yellow fever jab all I have done in preparation for my adventure to South America is get my rucksack down from the old man’s loft. There it is lying on my bedroom floor. Atop of it is two…

The First One

Aside from the introduction this is my first blog post. It has taken a good four to five hours of procrastination before finally putting pen to paper so to speak but finally here it is. I am currently living ‘at home’ with my Father. In your twenties and perhaps even early thirties you can get…