Dad and I are keen on relative solitude, now we are 24/7 together. In need for air at high altitude. Amongst self centered young travelers. Moody Bolivians. Bad food. Touristy places.
First thing I do is escaping Lima and celebrating my alone time. I am back where I belong, having returned from a little detour, a failed deviation. I can not […]
Sometimes I curse my own honesty. It is no one’s business how I spend my time with whom. Yet I have written a little story about it. It says a […]
December 2016: That’s what cycling without a plan does: unexpected surprises come your way. I was meeting with an old-time friend. Not in Argentina where I was, but in Lima. Peru. I […]