A five year walk over the seven continents.
With every border crossing I’m amazed at how much difference the laws of men can make. Each country varies greatly, not just in infrastructure, but in mood. Crossing from Colombia into Ecuador felt similar to when I crossed from Honduras to Nicaragua. The biggest difference being the danger in Honduras was known and palpable, while […]
I was roughly a hundred kilometers from Popayán and the landscape was transforming from farms to desert. Gradually the trees turned prickly, and fat cattle were replaced by gaunt horses roaming the dusty earth. Cars were rare. Houses were rectangular blocks of dried clay. In the unbridled heat, I crossed a long yellow bridge above […]
I had a spectacular view; each mountain taller than those in front of it, winding paths arriving at isolated farmhouses, and a clay-colored river cutting through the valley far below. La Plata, the last city I passed through was sixteen miles back. Belén, the next town was some undetermined distance ahead, and beyond that were […]
The hotel’s rusted gate was swung open. To my left a plywood sign hung over an old plastic one. The place didn’t seem like it was open, but I was decidedly finished with the day so it was worth checking out. I stood a little straighter to make myself as presentable as possible as I […]
Before continuing my path to meet my friends in Costa Rica there was one city I wanted to visit. I’d read an article on Granada claiming the city to be ‘The Paris of Central America.’ I doubted the statement, but after seeing pictures knew I had to see for myself. The night before arriving in […]
I had to be near the top. Since nine in the morning I’d been walking uphill. My view had changed from a parched wasteland to semi-green mountains rippling into the distance. There was a steady breeze and it smelled of cows and farming. The air was cooler, but just about anywhere would have been cooler […]
Savannah trotted to the left of the cart, giddy from the presence of never-ending shade and a wide shoulder. We walked steady and fast. There wasn’t much traffic on the road along the coast of El Salvador because there was a newer, bigger road that funneled the cars to San Salvador. A mother and daughter […]
The further into Central Georgia I got the less populated the towns became. The dirt path I was on ran beside route two-eighty all the way from a town with a grocery store, McDonalds, and Subway, to a town with a grocery store and a single light. Between the moderately-sized town and the small country […]
