From a solo world cyclist to sitting immobile on the back of a motorbike. How does that feel?
I commit disloyalty towards a woman. Running a hotel with only two people. Being robbed from privacy. Making friends. Hardly alone time. It can be hard, being a Work Away person!
Travellers are not neccesarily nor immediately the easiest people to be around with, not in the least myself… Meet Bärbel and Geo.
A little story about indigenous Indians, Jesus Christ and the laboring of a cow.
Staying with young backpackers, trying to fulfill my tasks while keeping my much needed alone-time doesn’t turn out to be easy. I am prone to cycle off!
I need time off the bicycle, to reset my mind, to find out what I want. Will work in exchange for full-board give me insights? Being cornered in Paraguay, summer in full swing, what is it I will do next? Time to find out.
I am fed up with cycling, yet have to get through the Chaco again. A damp, hot, mosquito infested palmgrove lead me on to, surprisingly enough, more happiness..
After interesting Asuncion it is sticky hot, swarms of mosquitoes cling to me and finding camp spots is hard. I knew it would be, yet I am happy to be back where I am!
Having cycled thousands of kilometers in dull environment I’d set my final destination to Filadelfia. Here I want to rest and work at a Mennonite farm. And this is what I do.
Lomo Plata hosts many indigena in search for work. They just hang around at factories, dressed in poor, dirty clothes, arriving in truck loads. I am surprised when I see […]