General musings on the limited flavour of savoury snacks in Argentina. Nothing particularly interesting but an observation non-the-less.
My experience of trekking over 100kms without a guided party. Dealing with unknown distances, unfortunate toilet stops and closed campsites.
Having been on the road for four months now enjoying exceptional highs and enduring spirit-crushing lows, one thing has remained consistent: dormlife.
I’m sure we’ve still got a lot more to learn. But at this point I think that to become a fully-fledged traveller you just need to stop giving a shit.
The drive through the valley is literally called Ruta de las Estrellas, or Route of the Stars. I set up my camera and tried to capture some of the fabulous constellations we learned about.
I start off a bit more confident, I’m going a bit faster and the group have regular breaks to gather together and take photos. That's when I go wrong for the second time.
I wake up at 4am. I’m really pissed off that the guide has made me feel so rubbish about myself. I’ve decided to prove him wrong
That’s when it happens. Our guide, Ray (who’s bloody amazing btw) stops us all at the gate and tells us he has something important to tell us. It sounds serious. We all stop, catch our breath, drink some water and put down our walking sticks.
A few tips based on our experience in the jungle. Top ones include: don't touch any trees and don't bother asking any questions about the food.
The weather is super hot and we couldn’t look any more like tourists with our sunburnt shoulders and noses. We’re indulging a little. After all, the Miami part of our trip is our little holiday – some time to wind down and enjoy a break.