A kilometer walk, boat, cab, plane, cab, bus, cab, ferry, bus, and one more kilometer walk, totaling twelve hours and all I get is a lake, an Island, and a nasty déjà vu ( Read more... )

So exhausted but still wound up. Last time I was in a plane of a similar size, we soared above the Nazca Lines in Peru banking ninety degrees for a better view. Now, in this 12-seater "crop-duster", the co-pilot so young I would guess he doesn't have his driver license yet, I shoo away unnerving thoughts about flying. We are not above the clouds ( Read more... )