I ate a guinea pig

Usually I begin my posts with some italicized words thrown together to create a visceral account of my South American adventures, I hope to give the reader a vantage point into the thoughts and feelings that coursed through my body with every experience.  I try to explain my experiences in an abstract but an emotionally…

‘Old Mountain’

The sun rose the same way it did every morning.  The mountains stretched their lush fingers of rock and jungle high into the horizon, grasping at the sky and blocking out the sun.  Unrelenting and stubborn the sun ignited the outline of the mountains and filled the spaces between with a shroud of soft light.…

Crossing a continent in a pair of Vans

I am taking a break from my regular posts chronicling past adventures through South America to talk about shoes. More specifically one pair of shoes, a pair of shoes that marched up the steps of Machu Picchu, trekked across the driest desert in the world, pounded the streets of countless cities soaked in sunshine and…

The Birthplace of the Inca

He could not breathe. Whether it was the immense altitude that choked his heart, the beauty of the horizon that stunned his senses, or a combination of the two materialized into solid air that struck his midsection, driving the breath from his body, humbling his soul, he could not breathe. He stood at a high…

Ayuhuasca

In a space where matter don’t matter, just spirit molecules and geometric patterns Ab-Soul The sun is hot. The air is wet. The breath is heavy. I am sweating. I am following. There are four of us, we are all following. We reach the dock where the pontoon approaches, it floats slowly across the river,…

Amazonian Nights

We set out while the Amazon slept. Weary from the hot dampness of the jungle air, we prepared the boat, our guide started the motor, it sputtered loudly, tearing through the silence of the jungle. A group of monkeys cursed us from high above in the canopy as we left the comfort of our camp…

The Death Road

Life is much more brilliant when death lies 600 metres below. We met at a point where the dry altiplano gave way to soft rolling mountains, where dense clouds marched sluggishly across vibrating jungles. We met on a path cleaved out of the side of the mountain, a dusty coloured scar that carved its way…