Some stories about my experiences…
I blurted it out as a desperate joke after I got robbed on a night bus between the lush jungle town of Puerto Maldonado and the dusty, wasteland of Juliaca …
A tiny ant is crawling aimlessly along the grey margin of my office program on my laptop screen, occasionally crossing into the lines of text like a cursor gone mad. …
As I floated along with the warm, murky current of the Rio Madre de Dios in the shallow waters that lap against Monkey Island’s shore, I strained my eyes to …
It wasn’t in my plans to meet a handsome, dark Peruvian Peregrino. He captured my attention on my way back from a weekend spent at Salkantay, a white glacier-laden peak, …
Casey and I bounced up and down at the fountain in the Plaza de Armas doing jumping jacks in our toques and scarves while we waited for the taxi and …
As I stood at the sun gate in awe looking down on Machu Picchu, bathed in the warm glow of the dawning sun, my thoughts drifted to how exciting it …
Three o’clock on the morning of day four came quickly as my iPhone chimed my wake-up call. It wasn’t a comfortable sleep. None of the last three sleeps had been …
My heart pounded as I followed the dirt trail and climbed the stone steps up through the high Andean tundra and its slopes of golden grasses towards Dead Woman’s Pass. …
This wasn’t the view I planned to have of Ladyslipper today, a sparkling azure mountain lake cradled against the bare, rocky and snow-patched Cathedral Rim, but this is definitely one of …
What is it that finally pushes one past their comfort zone and off the beaten track, that smoothly paved road that leads us through our sane, or comfortably insane, lives …
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