Day 365: San Pedro de Atacama, Chile I made it! I’m alive! I didn’t die of loneliness, shark attack or fall off Machu Picchu! A year ago I couldn’t fathom how far I would come in just one year. It’s been incredible. It also occurred to me that most people have only been reading for [...]

In Colombia I stayed in 3 memorable hostels that don’t receive much attention as they aren’t party hostels and I wanted to share them for those that may travel to Colombia.

When I first arrived in Colombia I was very frustrated because I could not understand Colombians. I wasn’t sure if it was because they were mumbling, talking quickly or a combination of the two.

I haven´t had sushi in over six months. It’s not because I don’t like it, I ate it at least once a week in Toronto. I simply hadn’t seen it in Central America, except a few times when it housed odd ingredients like canned tuna and cream cheese. And as delicious as Latin American food is, I do miss Asian flavours.

I swore I would never wear jeans backpacking but was I wrong?

The first day I stepped in La Candelaria, a popular neighborhood for backpackers, I knew it was the right place for me. Sure it’s a tourist village with sushi and sandwiches aplenty but the first day I walked around for hours photographing the graffiti.

This may not be a popular opinion but I don’t love every museum I visit and Bogota has been disappointing. For the last six months I’ve been in and out of some amazing museums and art galleries and so I’m a tough customer.