Monthly Archives: September 2011
Keep moving
My head was beginning to pound as I walked out of my hostel in Medellin for the last time. But my hangover was nothing compared to the heavy depression in my chest. I had left the club at five in … Continue reading
Homenaje a Medellin
I am selfish. I am so selfish that I almost didn’t write this. In fact I’m still not sure if this is a good idea. Medellin was absolutely incredible. It is perfect exactly the way it is, and I am … Continue reading
Escape the backpacker bubble
I walked out of a terrible dance club at two thirty in the morning. It had not been a good night. We drank for a while at the hostel with a bunch of backpackers who I had gotten to know … Continue reading
I’m starting a charity and I need your help!
While walking around Cartagena today I was exposed to the horrors of the third world. The day started off as a lovely Sunday. We had completely explored the old city, which is the touristy part of town, so Phil and … Continue reading
The San Blas Islands
As I lay in the beanbag chair on the deck of the Wild Card I looked up at the mast that gracefully danced in front of the backdrop of the Milky Way. The bow was pointed at the grayish yellow … Continue reading