Iguaçu Falls; even the name sounds exotic (it means ‘big water’ in the local Guarani language). While a great many more people nowadays have actually heard of them, the relative expense of actually getting there puts off a lot of people. I have been...
Mopping up a small puddle of Lipeña Cerveza, a beer made from Quinoa, which had found the express route into my lap thanks to the latest in a long line of pot holes that we had endured over the last 2 days, I was confident nobody had noticed. We were almost at our...
“Mister, your water for washing”, was the usual wake up call but tonight I was already dressed and in the finishing stages of packing up my gear for the final time. Machu Picchu awaited and we didn’t want to be late. After our unusually light...
The early morning dew clung to the tops of our tents and the thick blades of grass all around us like honey. It was just before 7am but most of us were already awake or, at the very least, in varying states of consciousness. The camp was alive with the...
Opening my eyes I could tell it was early but I had been lying here for the last 20 minutes and it was time to move. The mountain peaks still hid the sun from the valley. Without its warm glow there was a definite chill in the air as I unzipped my tent, momentarily...