While not officially our last supper, this one certainly has a strong aura of finality. We are back at the restaurant where we devoured six huge Lobster tacos during our first day on Isla Holbox, our final destination. This time, we go for breaded fish and coconut shrimp accompanied by our favourite refreshing bebida; Horchata … Continue reading The (nearly) Last Supper.
It’s 1am and we are loitering with friends in our hostel lobby after a heavy session of drinking and dancing on bar tops to the legends that are Whitney Houston and Celine Dion. A decision must be made; do we continue the night in the club next door or climb into the comfort of our … Continue reading Last night a DJ saved my life…
In what was becoming a characteristic move, our day started late. We had enjoyed a busy few days and nights in Medellin and were in no rush to get out of bed. A late but great breakfast of papaya, pineapple, dragonfruit, melon, watermelon (Colombian fruits are supermodels) with an omelette and a bowl of granola. … Continue reading Snakes on a train
This post is not exclusively about our South American adventures, but Facebook took it upon itself to remind me of a picture from 10 years ago and I’ve been inspired to write this… I was in my first term at Uni, finishing off a paper in the Library for my degree in Psychology – my … Continue reading Caring, Sharing and Achievement
“AGH!!” I gasped, desperate for air. “Jon!” cautioned Sammy, her resting face of light concern now enhanced with a definite frown. I squeezed my eyes shut pushed my thumb and middle finger across the bridge of my nose and onto my tear ducts. “Brainfreeze” I barely managed to splutter. I sat back in the chair … Continue reading Hunted
“The water is rising, you need to run. Now!” Just the words we want to hear from our Bus driver as we step into the scariest storm I have ever seen. We dive under a leaking bus shelter, surrounded by violent lightning. Two fellow drenched backpackers (also heading to El Rio hostel in Buritaca) tell … Continue reading The Flood.
Plaza Bolívar “Bit modern for me” “Absolutely same. Let’s go” We walk out of Bogotá Cathedral – a grand Catholic building with adjoining palace that is the seat of the Archbishop of Bogotá. I wouldn’t consider myself religious but I usually enjoy the grandeur and sense of wonder that old cathedrals can inspire. I’ve often … Continue reading Tales of Bogotá
…that have cost us less in Bogota than Jon’s £24 tip to the man who put our bags in the taxi: Brunch for two, including service Lunch for two, including service Afternoon coffee and cake for two, including service A gel manicure with previous gel removal The actual taxi ride 8x 30 minute Uber journeys … Continue reading Ten things…
…were (very) justified words from Jon as we made our way out of Bogota airport. After 10 hours on a plane, we are tired, grouchy and a little overwhelmed as we struggle with our back packs through the airport in search of an ATM to get some pesos. We reluctantly walk up to a money … Continue reading “Stop being such a crazy bitch…”
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