Then there is a moment of clarity that illuminates what you must do. It is not time to write a poem. Not time to take in the nighttime scenery breezing by the drive from San Salvador to El Tunco. It is not time to think back over the past week and pinpoint where misguided thoughts…
It was on the lips of every destroyed face. Everyone in San Juan del Sur, Nicaragua was talking about it. In tired tones, gringos nodded—yes, they had been there and partied it up at Sunday Funday. Sunday Funday, Nicaragua and it’s Unbridled Debauchery As Stella and I arrived at the Yazure Surf Hostel in…
For three days my brain had been having an ongoing rap battle with my heart. I turned twenty-nine on the island of Ometepe in Nicaragua. It was an opportune day for a birthday. I was in need of encouraging vibes and what better than a birthday to imbibe such energy? No one in the entire…
I reminded myself to be present in a moment firstly, and to film a moment secondly. I was not here to write a story about Ometepe, I was writing a story about Ometepe because I was here. Biking on The Island of Ometepe: Crappy Bikes + Crappy Roads = Flight The Island of Ometepe in Nicaragua was…
Traveling With Children: The Diaper Diaries You hear it often enough, biguns encouraging littluns: “Travel while you’re still young! Travel before you get locked into marriage and out of the world. Travel before you are a slave to a mortgage. Traveling with children is like traveling with an alcoholic and incontinent puppy, so travel before you…
But in the past year, a whispering prod from somewhere deep and honest has been asking me to take stock of who I really am and what I really want from—you know—life. While infatuation can rumble in like a like an elephant in steel boots playing Dance Dance Revolution, romance has a much coyer way…
“When my hangover relents and the speedo-wearing octogenarian disembarks the bus, my awareness extends beyond my own mind.”Travel Nicaragua: 19 Hour Hungover Bus Ride There Dan, my roommate in Guatemala, rouses me just after midnight. He is going to bed, and in a few minutes, my taxi will arrive and whisk me to Guatemala City…
Scroll down to the bottom to find out about how you can win stuff 2:12pm: I’ve just finished a run up a mountain, ate a bean sandwich, slayed a dragon fruit, cleaned up my messes and at the moment I’m still in running attire, smoking a cigarette, listening to Kids on the Run by The…
Travel is a mentality. 19 hours in an overnight bus begins as they tend to in Central America,my 11:30pm bus out of Guatemala City is cancelled and my departure time is moved to 4am. There are unforeseen delays, inexplicable and at no point, not even at a change of bus in El Salvador, am I given a physical…
