Archive | January, 2014

On Fear, Self Deprecation and my Traveller Alter Ego

“I hate this,” I said, slightly pathetically, to the empty air around me. There was nobody near enough to hear the words: the only people capable of listening were already halfway down into the canyon. I was way behind the group, taking my time as usual. I also happened to be muttering darkly to myself […]

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Thirteen Hours in Atlanta Airport: Why I’m Flying Back Home

There’s always a quiet spot in an airport, if you look hard enough. Most people who wander the gleaming white corridors and settle briefly in arm-rested chair rows aren’t in need of somewhere calm: they’re about to board a plane for somewhere new, foreign and exciting, and peace and quiet is the last thing on […]

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The Breakdown of a Bolivian Bus

Buses in Bolivia have now become something of a joke for me. Through fourteen weeks of travel in this country, I’ve caught more buses than I care to count, and feared for my life more times than I want to remember. No, seriously. For the vast majority of travellers, the only way to get around […]

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Heights and Frights: Facing my Fears at Torotoro Park

It started with the bus ride. “Oh god,” I breathed in deeply, trying to tear my eyes away from the window and the darkness outside. Despite being half asleep, I was very aware that the undercarriage of our bus was essentially hanging over the edge of the narrow road. I didn’t know what was beyond […]

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Five Things to Know Before Travelling to Bolivia

A few days ago, I left Bolivia for Peru. After fourteen weeks, nine cities, two volunteer projects and way too much stressing about an overstayed visa, the sense of relief at leaving is palpable. Because while I’ve seriously enjoyed my time in Bolivia, there’s no doubt that over the last three months it’s also slowly […]

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