El Condor Pasa

The Time In Between

After adventures end. And before they happen. And once they start.

On getting There.

A reflection on destinations and dreams while my roommate furiously pukes up bad empanadas in a courageous recovery effort so we can set off on the final 200 kilometers of the most…

Why am I doing this?

As I write this, it is still pouring rain outside. It dumped 50mm today (that’s a lot of water), and it didn’t let up for…

Whoever gets the worst tan wins.

1000 kilometers down the coast.

I was surfing in Chile, and that’s when it hit me.