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DAY 21: A Thirsty Day to Wash Away
The rising sun’s streaming amber light was just visible from behind the decorative wooden walls of the cozy corner cafe that I was sitting in. We were having a traditional Spanish breakfast of ‘Tortilla de Espanola con pan’ An omelette of potato, egg and onion cut precisely into a pieRead More
9 Travel Hacks – Our Vault of Tips & Tricks For Flying Low Cost!
When you think of all the expenses involved with travel, flying usually takes that top spot. But it doesn’t have to. After 3 and a half years of traveling non-stop, I decided to compile 9 travel hacks we use from our vault of tips and tricks for flying low cost,Read More
DAY 20: La Isla Bonita
My feet pounded down the steep mountain side, ricocheting off the hard concrete path like a poor ball trapped in a pinball machine. Every step sent a jolt of pain racing up my legs in time to a high chorus of melodic “OW’s!” Yesterday’s 32 kilometres (19.8 Miles) were reallyRead More
Bordeaux, The Pearl of Aquitaine
The wind rustled through my hair as we began to cross the famous Pont de Pierre of Bordeaux. My head was throbbing, whirling through a world of its own, thrilled! Two hours earlier we had crossed the border from Spain to France, rumbling across the bumpy tar road in ourRead More
DAY 19: The Day We Walked Through Poo to Receive Sanctuary
The day began when all four of us touched the rough granite surface of a boulder rock, where etched into its heart with saffron yellow, were the numbers and letters “417 km to Santiago”. Halfway. We had reached halfway! This morning’s contrasting cool air lifted us up giving us thatRead More
DAY 18: The Adventures of Lilac Brown and Steve the Rock
Lilac Brown has been my code name for as long as I can remember. I created the identity a little under a decade ago when hiking through a National Park in South Australia. I happened upon a dusty grey gargantuan book designed to hold the comments, experiences or complaints that
DAY 17: New Neighbours
My hair hung in limp clumps, escaping the loose hold of my bedazzled cap. The sun beat down upon us like Mongolian Tatars transcending the barrier of time to ruthlessly round up their victims. We struggled up the steep hills of the hectic highway, zigging and zagging from left toRead More
DAY 16: Comillas – Dominion of the Angel
The early morning mist collided with an ombre landscape of dawn that was being painted before our very eyes. The strong stench of cow manure wafting out from inside a barn (whose colour could no longer be made out) invaded our nostrils and left us reeling. After sixteen days ofRead More
DAY 15: I Will Survive!
The glowing pool of amber light we call sunrise radiated from behind the untouchable barrier of the horizon. We had risen with the dawn once again and as we trudged down the first part of today’s walk, a crunchy entree of cadet-grey gravel, we all laughed at the distant memoryRead More
