Pirates always have a parrot on their shoulder.
They still take you all the way up for an insignificant price.
There are a zillion dogs in Valparaiso.
Everywhere is color and graffiti art.
A few more remarks about Chile that didn't find room in the previous entries.
Claudia was more than happy to have a chat with us.
This the first beautiful sight of it from the highway.
Protesters have taken control of the bank, and don't let ferries unload.
Guido's boots don't look like proper mountain boots at all.
Does anyone remember the hole in the ozone layer?
Guido and I stood up after only 3 hours of New Year's sleep and began packing for the next adventure.
The fun thing is that we kept the shop open, and people kept coming in.
Cooking together when we meet is a tradition that we try to honour whenever applicable.
You can't imagine the weirdness of a hot, summery Christmas until you live it.
What I didn't understand from our email exchange is that she had a room to rent out herself.
Wrecked walls where black cracks become part of the colored graffiti.
This is kinda awakening my latin roots.
The journey from Australia to South America has been the longest of my life yet.