“I was sad that it was over, happy that I was going home… yet devastated that some genuinely special people I'd met I will probably never see again.” Santiago, 2016
These are some of the people who made the trips what they were, and who I lost touch with along the way. If one of them is you, or you were there too, I'd love to hear from you.
Maria was my first proper Couchsurfing host. She waited up for my delayed bus with two other guests, Dave and Gabby (both Aussies), then took us to dinner and a party. I stayed much longer than planned.
Read the entry →Cheap cachaça from street vendors in Recife Antigo, the Paço do Frevo, a street concert, and a goodbye I was sad to say.
Read the entry →A Kiwi who, funnily enough, lived in Perth too. We met at the bus stop in Guayaquil and took the bus to Baños together.
Read the entry →A guy from Sweden who made the same three-day, five-country run from Flores. We worked our way through León’s street food.
Read the entry →Fifteen passengers, Captain Jonathan, pirate showers, and five days where nobody cared about the time or the WiFi password.
Read the entry →A picnic and beers at sunset in Parque Arauco with her friends, under a huge low moon, in the last week of my year on the road.
Read the entry →I met Victor at The School of Life conference in Lisbon. In Barcelona he and his mate Andres gave me nights of food, wine, conversation and laughs, which meant more to me than the sightseeing.
Read the entry →An impromptu game of World XI vs. Kenya, post-game beers, and Sadhbh and Chlöe’s great African crisp competition.
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