I was sitting on yet another bus a week or two ago, Shaun and I headed for Quilotoa – an active volcano outside of Latacunga, Ecuador. I was sitting there, watching a countryside not so dissimilar to Scotland’s pass us by – all lush greens and forest and pasture – listening to music that reminds me of home, when I was struck by a moment of perfect clarity. Continue reading “The End Product of One Too Many Introspective Hangovers”
What did you want to be when you were a kid?
I ask because so many of my pals had comic book aspirations, like: become an astronaut, a musician, a crime-fighting-bat-masked-vigilante (some were more original than others). But then there I was, wanting nothing more than to be… an archaeologist. Continue reading “Indiana Bannerman and the Journey to the Lost City”
‘Cause when people are enslaved one of the first things they do is stop them readin’. ‘Cause it is well understood that intelligent people will take their freedom. ‘Cause if we knew our power we would understand we couldn’t be held down.
– Akala, Fire in the Booth Freestyle Continue reading “Don’t try and take The Simpsons off Bolivian TV”
Because variety is the spice of life, and I miss the spice of Indian food, I decided to do something different with my blog for a change. Something a bit more intimate, and something which hopefully might give you a new kind of insight into travelling. I dunno, but fuck it. Instead of the usual gig, here I have copied word for word (complete with all the terrible grammar and overuse of the word ‘wonderful’) the latest entry in my journal. Continue reading “Names”
Who ever said Bolivian busses were shitty? If only you could be a mosquito on the window right now, you’d see my #travelbae Luke and I snug as two bugs, wrapped up in our llama jumpers & socks, snacks by our feet, chairs reclined, blankets tucked over us, as Bolivian evening trundles by on our way to its capital: La Paz. Continue reading “Don Quixote y el Capo”
We’re perched on the back of a pickup truck, gazing with pride at the newly finished chicken coop we built (from foundations up), eating walnuts picked straight from the tree beside us. To my right is a field full of horses – I spot Indio, the one I’ve been riding the past few days – and behind them, on the horizon, the Andes.
I could live like this, I think. Quite easily. Continue reading “Living La Vida Buena”
Cal Bannerman 