most memorable and magical moments

A summary of the most memorable moments of my adventure through South America (in no particular order of importance, simply memories that stand out)

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homeward bound

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!!!!

  1. 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 ūüôā

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    Happy in Mancora with Hayley

  2. ¬†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.
  3. 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!

    Middle of the World with Hayley and our monkeys

    Middle of the World with Hayley and our monkeys

  4. 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‚Ķ.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.
  5. 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!
  6. 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.

Hitch hiking through Ecuador with a Colombian drug dealer called Juan Pablo

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.

Edd (French), Marissa (American) and little Sammy (Aussie)¬†are all super enthusiastic surfers. So we spent the first day going on adventures to find amazing surf spots on beaches covered in the softest black sand I’ve ever seen in my life. Mompiche isn’t filled with travelers and holiday makers in the same way as all the other places I’ve been. It’s a quiet little town where nobody bothers you or tries to sell you things. You’re left at your own device to buy fresh fruit, eat fresh fish, and relax. Tranquilo.
Months back, when Sam and I were still traveling together, we made a memorable stay at the Loki hostel in Salta in Argentina. For the week we were there, we had formed a group of friends who we giggles with for days on end and drank infamous amounts of Loki “Blood Bombs”. My favorite person of the bunch we were hanging out with, was a British girl called Hayley because we just got along childishly well. Her and I always promised we would meet up again at some point on our journeys, and finally the time had come. She came and found me in Mompiche. Instantly, we hit it off as of before, laughing until our ribs ached, laughing at nothing, laughing at everything.¬†Together we are a ridiculous pair. We shouldn’t travel together. People look at us funny because we are in hysterics non stop. We make impulsive decisions. We are carefree. We are two silly blonde girls far away from home.
When she arrived, her and I went for lunch. During lunch we started toying with the idea of heading back down to Mancora in Peru for a couple of days of fun and silliness together before I was to fly back to Buenos Aires in Argentina and before she headed on to Colonbia. By the end of that lunch, we’d found a lift with a man named Juan Pablo, his dog Jax, and his driver (whose name is unknown). They were going to take us half way down Ecuador. We packed up our bags and set off with these strangers who conveniently just happened to be going in our direction.
We probably shouldn’t have been so impulsive about hitchhiking with this guy. During the trip which seemed to take way longer than planned, we stopped to take photos of a giant paper m√Ęch√© iguana, we took a detour through a beach town called Canoa (just so we could have a look) and Juan Pablo even kindly (creepily) offered to give Hayley a foot massage.
K: Juan Pablo, what do you do for a living
JP: importing and exporting
K: Oh cool, of whaaaaat?
JP: consumer goods
K: not drugs though right
*awkward silence*
JP: drugs are bad
We made it alive to Manta (it took 4 hours), then hopped on a bus to Guayacil (3 more hours), slept in the Guayacil bus station (for 7 hours), then caught a morning bus to Manocora (9 more hours including border control). And then we were home in Mancora…

Mancora Madess

The past couple of weeks, I’ve been hanging out in the little beach town of Mancora in the very North of Peru. Everyone moans that the water is cold, but they know nothing until they’ve felt the icy shores of Cape Town. The water temperature is in-between that of Durban and the Cape, so probably Port Elizabeth temperature. For me, it is perfect. Every morning, I woke up and went to swim in the sea, to wash away the festivities from the night before. Every night there was a big party at¬†the hostel.

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In the days, I work, 4 times a week, 7 hours a shift at the Loki Hostel in Mancora. It’s more of a resort than a hostel. People don’t even need to leave the hostel because it provides you with everything you need. Working at this got me free accommodation in the crazy staff room, more commonly known as “the jungle”. The jungle is one of two staff rooms and is the wilder of the two. There are always people coming in and out, partying in the dorm after the bar closes. It’s barely possible to see the floor because everybody’s stuff if just strewn across it. There is graffiti and love notes written on all the walls. It’s so dark in there and the lights are so useless and the window faces a dark alley. I have to use my phone light to try get into my locker to find my belongings. All my stuff is neatly thrown into my locker and locked away. My personal mess. Words cannot describe this place. It is crazy and frustrating and amazing and some of the best weeks I’ve had in my life. Everyone that works there is amazing and we’re a big happy family. People work, then leave, and new people come, but it’s always family. ¬†I also get free breakfast and one other free meal a day, plus 40% off any other food or drinks I buy. I lived their pretty cheaply for three weeks and it’s been a wild ride of so much fun and happiness, but after three weeks of this wild lifestyle, I’m done and happy to move on.
Christmas was spent at the hostel, then on the night of the 26th December, I got a bus to Montanita in Ecuador with a Kiwi friend, Elle. I thought that the border crossing was going to be scary, but it turned out to be easy as pie. We planned to head straight up to Medellin for New Years in Colombia, but last minute we changed out minds and decided to meet up with a bunch of other friends in Montanita in Ecuador instead. I would never have ever thought that I’d spend a New Years Eve in Ecuador.
And that’s all the news for now‚Ķ
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to all. xx