Conozco poco, pero tan poco, de Latinoamérica. Hay tanto para explorar--desiertos, selvas, ruina, ciudades, glaciares, culturas distintas... No es mi patria, ni la de mis padres. No me llama a la sangre, me llama a la imaginación.
Even as we were still fighting off the jet lag, sister and I came to realize that we did not do the right amount of planning. It was either too much or too little, depending on your perspective. Because here's the deal: for a month (más o menos) in mostly western Europe, it's probably best to either build the skeleton of your trip by reserving train seats and hostels before you go, or to go in with the attitude of letting the wind blow you wherever it will, as long as you don't stray too far from your return flight.
One of the hostels I went to in Nicaragua gave me the option to stay in a dorm with air conditioning for $9, or one without for $8. I chose option #2 and it saved me dollars total. Somehow two dollars are worth more on the road.
Sometimes solo backpacking means luxurious solo thinking time in an exotic location or making crazy foreign traveler friends, buts sometimes it's being lost, alone and sweaty, in an unknown city with no one to remind you it might be a funny story later.
As I mentioned in my last post about why I'm glad I studied in Costa Rica, I don't at all regret my decision. However, there are downsides to every decision, and I'm writing this post so that those who may be considering studying in Costa Rica can see both sides of the coin. The longer… Continue reading Hindsight: Reasons I Would Have Considered Studying Abroad Somewhere Other Than Costa Rica
It would be nice if I had a picture of a chicken bus, wouldn't it? Yeah, about that... All I can tell you is that no chickens were harmed in the making of the chicken buses. I actually have no idea why they're called chicken buses; although they are indeed buses, they do not resemble… Continue reading “A Chicken Bus is Never Full!” and Other Tales of Nicaraguan Transport
Bocas del Toro, Panama When I went: January 2014 (high season) Going to Bocas del Toro (literally "mouths of the bull") was a series of firsts for me. It was my first time in Panama, my first time going more than three meters underwater, my first time crossing any national border on land, and most… Continue reading If I Went to the Beach and Didn’t Take Pictures, Was I Still There?