Sao Paulo After nearly three years, we were on the road, or rather, in the air. With flights from Vancouver grounded a few days before our flight due to the winter storms, which had now moved towards Montreal, Cheryl and…
Mazunte, a straighter version of Zipolite, on the Oaxacan Coast
Elusive tickets secured, we took a 20 seater Sprinter van to the coast, a very winding route that lasted just over 6 hours, pretty much right on schedule. We even got one washroom break! Cheryl took a gravel, which was…
Puebla Part II: A magic bus to a magic town: Atlisco
The other piece of advice our walking tour guide/man practicing his English and his fitness (apparently he was avidly training for a triathalon, which explained the two and a half hours of walking), was to check out Atlisco, a…
Bus Bingo in Mendoza Wine Region
Leaving a relaxing four days of camping in Bariloche, we boarded our 19 hour bus to Mendoza. A couple of hours past stunning scenery of endless lakes, the servicio man (buses over a certain length tend to be “con servicio”…
A Severe Lack of Sleep: Welcome to Travelling in Argentina
If you know me, you know I like to sleep. I need my sleep. I am not an early riser. But when I travel, I sacrifice these tendencies. But when Marieke and I decided on Argentina for this trip, I…
Glaciar National Park and the race to Christmas
You may think that two girls who opt out of Christmas with their families don’t care much about the holiday, but we really are just not willing to lose a month of travel time in order to be home for…