I left Montevideo in the early morning. The flat sheen of water was pale blue beneath the smog of the city. The bay was peppered with marooned, rust stained ships and yards stacked high with orange and blue containers.
Excited to be back on the road, it felt like the right time to leave. I had met some amazing people and enjoyed the atmosphere of Uruguay but I had other things to see. This was the first in a series of short stops on my journey down towards Chile and Patagon
From Colonia, I travelled on to the capital Montevideo. I arrived at Tres Cruces terminal as the sun was setting. The buildings were bathed in golden light which gradually switched to the artificial lights in the growing dusk. Uruguay has been forging the path of liberalism in South America in the last decade and I immediately felt safe there. All the streets were signposted and I easily found the main road and my hostel. Montevideo glowing at dusk The main road, Avenida 18 d
Sitting in a quiet ice cream parlour on the outskirts of Buenos Aires in the growing dark, with no internet access, imperfect Spanish and a long way from a bed, I wondered how I had arrived at this point. Once successfully through the extranjeros queue, I met Barbara and her step father, who had kindly offered to drive me back. After a swift visit to see her mother and two dogs, we came to her own charmingly ramshackle and arty home. With its draughty stained-glass windows, d
My trip into Uruguay began by running across the border to board the ferry just as it pulled up the gangplank. I had been delayed catching the busses towards the port and redirected to several different queues in an attempt to get a ticket. With my passport stamped, I rushed for the boat. It then proceeded to depart twenty minutes late. One day, I will get the hang of this South American timing. #explore #buildings #art #painting #solotravel #abandoned #bordercrossings #wande
Eskdale is quiet. Even for the Lake district. I’ve been midweek to various parts of the Lakes and never found such wonderfully deserted countryside. The air was not rent with the shouts of walkers after their dogs or children asking whether they are at the top yet. Barely a sheep groaned in the distance. This made it absolutely perfect for long walks along the fells, unspoilt views and secluded dips in tarns. Once I could sense the impending hypothermia looming, I jumped out
Amsterdam is an odd mixture of modern and old-fashioned, the antiquated and futurist. There are obvious contrasts of course like that between the polished Amsterdam Centrum and the run-down suburbs of the Norde with their quirky graffiti, warehouses and artist’s cooperatives. But within the centre too, there are three noticeable contrasts. Stunning town houses of Amsterdam Centrum Warehouses in Amsterdam Norde The first of these concerns the general environment of the city. T
When one first steps into Venice, it seems like a fairy-tale world of its own. It appears glossily delicate as though it has been preserved intact from the damages of time. But is this as much a perfect facade as that of cities like Los Angeles? When we boarded the sleeper train from Paris to Venice, the conductor walked around to check everyone’s documents. Since we were due to to cross into Switzerland and then Italy in the middle of the night, he asked to take my passport
And so, we have reached the end of 3o wild days. I have really enjoyed refocusing my attention on local wildlife and the beauty of the outdoors. I haven’t spent so much time with my nose in nature identification books since I was about eight. This post is going to be about the culmination of a month long project. The idea came to me when thinking about the nature of our urban areas and how wildlife can really brighten them up. But, sometimes, nature does not need to be flashy
I got up early this morning and walked through the deserted streets towards the Acropolis. The night before, a fellow hostel-goer had recommended that I see the sunrise by the Acropoplis. I decided to take this advice.
The streets were almost unrecognisable without the usual bustle of street stalls and restaurant owners valiantly trying to tempt people in. I clambered up the slippery rock which had been worn smooth by the feet of a thousand tourists. I found a perch at the
Day 15 was a nightmare of a travel day. Nightmarish because we were due to travel from Rio to Athens but there happened to be a train strike. But this is not a post in which to complain about my day. Instead, I want to describe how much of a difference small and beautiful things can make to an otherwise bad day. ‘The information you wanted’ cartoon at a bus stop
So we wandered off and discovered a beach and lighthouse. I took a swim and floated near a fisherman. He was thr
After all our travelling we decided to relax with a wild a meal out. We chose a pizza bar on the side of the road near the beach. It had a partially open, weaved roof and an enormous palm tree twisting up through the centre.
Later, I took a walk along the Rio-AntiRio bridge. I had read that it was magical at dusk and so it was. It was deserted apart from the occasional lorry tearing past. I could see the sky darkening and hear the creaking of the bridge. The lights of the n
Day 11 and 12 were wild travel days. We journeyed by trains to Bari, a city on the east coast of Italy. From the station, we walked down through the town’s shopping district and calm (by Italian standards) traffic. This took longer than expected with the heat and our backpacks so we stopped for a picnic on the side of the road, under a palm tree. Refreshed, we staggered onwards. We came across a Baroque style church and then meandered through narrow alleyways decorated with f