With Marieke still feeling the effects of a stomach bug she had in Mombasa, we decided to grab a Bolt taxi to the pier, to walk on the ferry to get across the water to the southern Kenya coast. Our…
Hitching a ride in Bariloche
If someone asks me what comes to mind when someone brings up Bariloche, it is probably dirt. Dirt on my shoes, dirt on my legs, dirt in crevices of my neck I’ve only started to notice since turning thirty, dirt…