After finally arriving in Cape Town, albeit without my bags, again, I had a day before my friend (and former roommate) arrived for two weeks. As my bag was coming that night, or the next day, I didn’t bother going…
Visa adventures- Kandy and Trinco
After leaving my friends on the train as they headed to Colombo to fly out, I spent a couple of nights in Kandy trying to sort out a transit visa for India. Looking at flights from Sri Lanka to South…
Sri Lanka revisited- Arugam Bay and Ella
If you’re wondering why I went to Sri Lanka, as I had already been a couple of years ago, it was to meet a couple of friends I had met 10 years prior traveling in Southeast Asia. There were about…
The Worst Airport in the World
Flying out of Madrid, I was heading to Sri Lanka for a couple of weeks, to meet up with friends from previous travels. Due to the very reasonable flight times (leave at 3pm from Madrid, have a 2 hours stopover,…
Valencia
After a brief recovery in Barcelona, I arrived in Valencia tired, of course. I think the heat was sapping my energy, as I was hardly drinking and going to bed very early by local standards (late enough though). I had…
Cordoba, Lyon and Dijon
After staying out til 2:30am watching Flamenco in Sevilla, I grabbed a morning bus to Cordoba. I was hoping to escape some of the heat from Sevilla, but it hit 38 in Cordoba. Ouch. Luckily, my hostel was very cool…
The San Blas Social Club
After a rather uneventful New Year’s Eve at the Mexico City airport, I boarded a flight to Guadalajara. After landing, I decided to save the cab fare and take a bus to the central bus station, which was pretty close…
New Year’s Eve at Cinnabon
Our last day in Mazunte was New Years Eve. I’m not quite sure how it happens (actually, I blame my sister Cheryl for booking inconvenient flights), but somehow I always seem to be in transit. Last year Marieke and I…
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…
The Lost Station of Atlantis
Besides food, the main task of Oaxaca was to get our transportation sorted for our departure on Dec. 27, as we were worried we might not be able to get a ticket to the coast, our next destination. Our bus…