Before visiting this country I didn´t like children, at all. In fact, I used to despise them and avoided contact every time I saw one.
If you asked me this question a few weeks ago my answer would have been: The thing is, my experience with children has never been Continue reading Children in Honduras – A nomad´s acquired taste
With most Homicides per capita, Honduras, where the mafia Mara Salvatrucha operates was a challenge I could not run from.
So why not hitchhike there?
Continue reading Hitchhiking Tales #5 – Crossing by Foot to the Most Dangerous country in America
There is always something nurturing about spending sundays surrounded by family, even if it is not your own.
My last stop before moving on to Honduras was Guatemala city. I met Paols via facebook on one of those groups dedicated to connect people traveling and those who offer a couch or a spare room for hosting travelers without Continue reading Any given Sunday with a Guatemalan family
I am a dog person, there is no doubt about it. Since I was a little kid I´ve had dogs and growing up I learned so much from them. They are part of my life and I can´t imagine a world where this mates are not around. I´ve experienced people robbing the rottweiler I grew up with, my high school years I spent them with two beautiful shcnauzers which I witnessed their growth over the years and also lived through the loss of the eldest a few months ago.
Continue reading Dogs in Guatemala – A nomad´s best friend
No more chicken buses, you get robbed on those. I´m back to the roots and hitchhiking my way down Central America.
I have to admitt hat after the last time I traveled in Guatemala and got robbed atu gunpoint I didn´t feel safe on the road nor on a chicken bus. But getting lost, robbed, sleeping poorly sometimes, meeting people and saying goodbye in a matter of days, they are all part of the job and you have to take the best out of every situation.
Continue reading Hitchhiking Tales #4 – Back in Action