Chile was my third time spending an extended period living abroad, and I’ve noticed a pattern in terms of how things tend to go, at least for me personally:
- Month 1: throw yourself into everything. Feel homesick realising that you’ve not known anyone for longer than a month.
- Month 2: find some routines. Feel more comfortable and begin to develop some normality.
Unlike Rio de la Plata, named in the false hope of silver which would later be found in Potosi, Sucre has no relation with sugar in spite of the link forged by my mediocre French. The city was named for a General who played a part in the independence of the country, Continue reading
South America has, in my mind, always been a world separated by more than just the Atlantic Ocean. Stories from friends who have ventured to the ancient Incan ruins or the vast ecosystem that makes up the Amazon, have always seemed like tales and fantasies, Continue reading
Casting a watchful eye over Rio’s favelas, city beaches and the navy blue Atlantic beyond (like the Almighty Himself, you could say), Christo Redentor (Christ the Redeemer) is one of the most instantly recognisable Seven New Wonders of The World. Continue reading
When I set my sights on Brazil, a haven of natural wonders with a gloriously long coastline famous for heavenly beaches and tropical climes, I found myself spoilt for choice while simultaneously needing to be very choosy. Seeing the country in its entirety could take months, and even heading north to the shores of Bahia Continue reading