I arrived in Bariloche and fell into the arms of an Argentinian, in the least romantic way possible. I sat hunched on a rock overlooking the hiking capital of Argentina. I’d come to trek, camp, and explore. In that moment, I couldn’t even stand.
I’d never heard of a windhorse before. For three days before my 30th birthday, he was there chewing. I first saw him on a glance out the window. He was in the neighbour’s yard, having been led to a well. … Continued
“Oh the things you will see and the people you will meet.” “Here, take it.” A brown bottle appears under the table from my neighbour. We’re spiking freshly made fruit juice and giggling like old schoolmates. “Thanks, pass the bread … Continued
Can a life be measured? Yes, it seems. Simply decide to backpack your way around the world. When you only have 30 litres, things get simple. You can’t have it all but what you do have matters most to you. … Continued