Click here to see my lovely Travel Map at Travellerspoint. It’s still a work in progress. So many places I’ve been that I still need to add (mainly Europe). Still so many more places to see. Travelling makes me happiest.
The boring stuff: To summarise the end of my time in Australia… Hayley and I worked in Dingo, Australia for three months, and it was an interesting experiences to say the least: from baby kangaroos to light aircrafts filling up at the service station, a town with a population of 56 people, one dingy pub with no ambiance in the slightest, lots of hours spent cooking burgers for truck drivers in the roadhouse, mopping kitchen floors, but most importantly at this stage (at the end of a year of travels), we were saving money. I know money isn’t everything in the world, and I try my best to live with only the necessities,but in order to come home and happily settle my feet back down on the sandy shores of Cape Town before starting to look for a job here, money is a necessity!
Is it weird that I am so incredibly frustrated at being home? Home should be a happy relaxing place to rejuvenate before my next journey. Instead it’s making me more and more anxious and restless.
My previous post touched on how, upon returning home after 5 months in South America, it felt like I had changed so much, but everybody else had stayed the same. But now, after being home for almost 3 weeks, I’ve actually come to realize that everyone else has changed to. Of course life doesn’t stop, and I understand that, but I’m no longer a permanent feature in my friends lives and therefore I’m not a priority. Lots of friends have actually blown me off since I’ve been home, choosing rather to hang with the people that they know will be there in the long term. People move on. Life moves on. Everyone moves in their directions.
Don’t get me wrong though, I have had some absolutely magical moments while being at home, I’ve been to a beautiful music festival out in the wine lands of Cape Town (Origin Festival), I’ve been to one of the most prime up and coming electronic music festivals in Cape Town (Cape Town Electronic Music Festival), been to food markets, eaten incredible food, swam in the ocean and spent time with my family and been for countless walks on the beach with my beloved doggies. All of that said, as much as I still love all of my friends at home, it’s become very clear to me since I’ve been home, who my true friends are, friends that are my friends no matter whether I am at home or not and which people have moved on from our friendships probably without them even realising it themselves.
It’s been a weird trip being home, and I kind’ve wish that I had’ve gone straight from Ecuador to Australia, but such is life, and here I am in South Africa. Three more sleeps, a few goodbyes, and I’m off on the next part of my adventure. I am beyond excited.
Have any of you other long term travelers had any similar issues with friendships and reverse culture shock and settling back in at home? I’d love to know if I am being over sensitive or if this is a general trend.
Happy travels xx
A summary of the most memorable moments of my adventure through South America (in no particular order of importance, simply memories that stand out)
I feel as though I’ve been falling a bit behind in my blogging lately. I guess that means I’m having too much fun! Its almost time to go home, so here is a summary of my final days in South America. All the love in the world for South America, but I am so happy to be going HOME!!!!
- Fun in Mancora (Peru) – Few words are needed to describe this point. Going back to Mancora felt like I was going back home. Back with our little family of travellers. Hayley and I were happy 🙂
- Traveling back to Quito (Ecuador) via every form of transport possible – A collectivo (minivan) from the bus stop to the town where nearest to the border, squished between some sizely humans and the lady who booked the bus tickets for us (lets call her “Maria”. Then, we hopped into Maria’s friends car, along with Maria and her hubby, and the 5 of us drove to the border like a happy little family. At the border, Maria’s friend left, Maria and hubby stood with our backpacks while we went through passport control (they didn’t go through passport control????), then Maria, hubby, Hayley and I got a taxi to the town on the other side of the border where Maria made sure we were at the right bus terminal to then get a shitty bus for a whole long many hours from that mystery town to Quito bus terminal. At Quito bus terminal, we then got a taxi to our hostel, and pheeewwww, we finally made it. Hello cool weather in Quito. I never thought I’d be so happy to be cold.
- A chilled night in Quito (Ecuador), a little bit of wandering around (mainly to find a bank that worked with my bank cards, but also to the ECUATOR!!). – Here’s a tip for travels in South America in general: Always have a VISA bank card. I had one, but it got eaten by an ATM in Cusco, but nonetheless, its a necessity, otherwise you ill continuously be fighting with various ATM’s to try get your hard earned money out of the machine, and into the world of spending cash!
- Time to fly back to Buenos Aires (Argentina) – I didn’t plan on going back to Argentina this soon. I though I still had another few weeks to travel up to Colombia and see the beautiful Caribean cost but….flights in South America are soooooo expensive. While I was looking at different options to fly back to Buenos Aires (Argentina), I found that the cheapest option was to fly from Quito (Ecuador). Therefore, I never made it up to Colombia (but I will be back someday I promise!!), instead I hopped on a 6 hour flight back to the land of good wine and beautiful people.
- Iguasu Falls (Argentina and Brazil) – Met up with a Belgian friend, Salvatore and we hit the road on an 18hour bus ride to the border of Argentina and Brazil to go see the magical Iguazu falls. We saw them in Argentina then crossed the border and saw them from the Brazilian side too. Both sides are a must! Soooo much water!
- Home Sweet Home (South Africa) – The long flight home with the most crazy turbulence of all time. But now I’m home and happy and adjusting… The adjustment is weird but seeing everybody is great.
My next stop on my journey was Quito, in Ecuador. A brief stopover in the city, then I split up from my happy family. Elle was heading off to Panama, and Mike and the two Dutch girls, Carolien and Inge, we’re heading to Colombia. I joined up with some others that I’d met along the way, and we heading to the little surf town of Mompiche in Ecuador. I’m not even going to bother describing in detail my bad luck on this trip, because I feel like it’s becoming a theme, but of course, the bus broke down, we had to stay in a dodgy town called Esmeralda’s for a night of extreme sweating and no ventilation, but we made it to Mompiche, and it was great to be back in the sunshine with sandy toes.
After New Years Eve, our little family all got a bus together to Baños. I don’t seem to be having the best of luck with bus rides lately.
After the crazy times spent in Mancora in Peru, my kiwi friend Elle and I hopped onto a bus to Montanita in Ecuador. Our New Years Eve destination.
We arrived there without accommodation, and over this time of year, we were lucky to find a place for one night. A beautiful dorm at the top of the hostel, open to the night air, with mosquito nets to guard us from the feisty flying creatures of the night. That first night was a rather calm one, considering what we’d put our bodies through in the weeks prior. We just spent our time hunting down a hostel that had space for 9 people. A big quest. The following day, a bunch of different friends were arriving, so we wanted to secure a place where we could all be together.
We found a place. It wasn’t glorious, but it was ours. The hostel which literally did not have a name. The showers were cold. The toilets had no seats. There was only water when the owner went to go pump water for us from below the hostel. We used the WIFI from the hostel across the road. The kitchen smelt like mould. But we were happy to have a place to call home for the following four nights.
Montanita is a crazy place. It’s a beach town that is bigger than Mancora (where we’d just come from), and crazier too. There were so many Ecuadorians and Peruvians walking the streets without tops on, lots of muscle, lots of “Jersey Shore” really. Unexpectadly, there weren’t nearly as many travellers in Montanita as expected. The majority was creepy Ecuadorian men.
The 9 of us became a happy little family. People would ask us where we’re from… uhm… 3xAussie, 2xDutch, 1xKiwi, 1xSaffa, 2xCanada. We spent a few days just relaxing and lying on the beach, going for walks, and just catching our breath again. Mancora really took it out of us.
New Year’s Eve was completely childish. They have this tradition in Ecuador where they paper mâché figures of cartoon characters (you can buy them from pretty much any store) and then on New Year’s Eve you throw them into a big bonfire on the beach. I have no idea the significance of it, but it’s so much fun. A group of us bought a paper mâché Sid the sloth, a character from the movie “Ice Age”. We took him around on activities with us for a couple days leading up to New Years Eve. He road a donkey, chilled on the beach, came on a hike, came to dinner with us and a whole bunch of exiting activities for a Sloth. We then bought a whole ton of fireworks, and at about 10pm on nye, we shot fireworks at Sid the Sloth, then put them up his legs and blew him into smithereens. We only threw the remnants into the bonfire (as per tradition).
The actual New Years party was something Else entirely… On the beach there were thousands of creepy Ecuadorians and Peruvians. A South American form of jersey shore really. Walking around very arrogantly, shirts off, bumping past people, and just not really caring about very much at all. Very different to the backpacker lifestyle I’ve been living so far. Just before midnight, about 40 surfers came running onto the beach with there boards and stood in a big circle and chanted while some guy did fire dancing, then they all went off and had a midnight surf. Again, I have no idea of the significance, but it’s really interesting to experience traditions in different parts of the world. People were blowing up stuff all over the place and it actually got to the point where it was actually quite unsafe. People were setting them off among the crowds of thousands of people on the beach. I actually even saw a guy rolling in the sand trying to put out the flames on his clothes. It is possible to buy any fireworks you want, on any street corner. At home in South Africa fireworks are very regulated, and even quite badly viewed. They frighten dogs and are quite dangerous. But here, there was no concern for safety whatsoever.
Almost directly after the New Years countdown, our troop of friends headed off to an amazing nightclub that we had stumbled upon a few days before. It is the only club I’ve found in South America so far that plays good music. In the opinion of all backpackers, South American music is AWFULL!! ThE club was epic and it was a refreshing change from the rest of the music we’ve been exposed to in the past few months. The club is called “The Lost Beach Club” and they had an American deep house DJ playing called Lee Curtis.
And that was how I ended my year of 2013, in Ecuador. I would never have expected to spend a NYE in Ecuador but now I’ve done it! Happy New Years everybody.