It’s 365 days since we stepped out of our empty London home onto the early morning streets of Peckham and made our way to Rio. Twelve months and twelve countries later, we’re in Mexico with no intention of stopping our travels. It’s been an epic year and, short of reading the blog in its entirety, I think the best way to tell it is in photos… Read more
Posted on February 28, 2013
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This time last year, our journey was still a dream. I had another couple of months at work, we needed to find tenants for our house and the number 2012 was still synonymous with the Olympics. Now, twelve months later, that number has come to symbolize the year the dream came true.
Choosing to travel was a massive ingredient that helped make 2012 one of the best years of our lives. In our next post, we’ll look at what else helped create that, but today we wanted to celebrate our travel highlights from the past 12 months.
During that time, we’ve been to six countries in South America, as well as separate trips to India, Europe and the US, and now Mexico (which you’ll be hearing a lot more about soon as we’ve fallen for it head over heels). In the meantime, we’re limiting this list to our highlights from South America. Here’s the top 15 in no particular order. Read more
Have you ever heard of the Wichi people? We hadn’t until we went to Jueves a la Mesa, a vegetarian puerta cerrada in Buenos Aires. A couple from New York – Leigh and Noah – were holding an exhibition there of photos taken by Wichi children. They had given kids in the community digital cameras and taught them how to use them. The results were on the walls of Jueves a la Mesa and had also been displayed at an exhibition in Salta, the city the couple live in. All proceeds from the sales of the prints were to go back to the Wichi community.
Fast forward a couple of months and we were in Salta with Leigh, Noah and their daughter, Lila, volunteering on the project. We had been captivated by the photos the Wichi children took – photos of the ir family, their animals, their feet – and wanted to meet the people behind them, and do what we could to help. Read more
On what would have been my Mum’s 54th birthday, Steve and I went up to the Cerro San Bernardo in Salta and made a toast while watching the sun go down. It felt like she was talking to us through the light.
We spent about six weeks in Salta, Argentina and fell in love with its laid-back charm, cobbled streets and terracotta roofs. Practically the whole town closes from 1-5pm – even the surgeons go home to spend time with their families – giving a taste of the pace of life and values of the city. These were our highlights. Read more
Seeing southern right whales in Puerto Madryn was one of the highlights of our trip so far. The whole boat was silenced into awe as the magnificent creatures inched closer to our boat. This one came particularly close, spraying its breath into the air as it surfaced. Wow, was all I could think.
The iconic teleferico in Salta became out guiding star whenever we felt lost in the city. I took this photo from the top of Cerro San Bernardo. It looks so peaceful, yet high-speed pop music was blaring out on a stereo behind. It was part of a temporary gym that’s been stationed atop the hill. Nonetheless, it was a beautiful evening watching the sun go down with medialunas and coffee.
Our first couple of days in El Chalten, Patagonia were shrouded in grey clouds and drizzle, until on the third day we woke up to this magical winter wonderland. It was the first time we’d seen the magnificent Fitz Roy mountain range, and it was made all the more spectacular by the fact it’d been hiding for days. We felt like we were in Narnia.
I have a confession. When I went to the Grand Canyon on the tail end of my gap year, aged 19, I was such a brat that on the way there, I moodily declared: “So what, it’s just a big hole”. Cringe. This was mainly to annoy the very keen group of German girls on my minibus who wanted to stay there an extra day. This would have meant missing the gay pride parade in San Francisco and nothing was getting in my way of that. Still, to call the Grand Canyon a big hole is up there on my list of “Oh God, did I really say that?!”. There are plenty more, I assure you.
It was our trip to the Quebrada de Cafayate in Argentina that spurred this memory. Read more
After a slightly treacherous but splendid time in Mendoza, we were intrigued to hear about Cafayate – a smaller wine region in Argentina, most famous for its Torrontes white wine. As a bigger fan of white than red, this peaked my interest even further and we decided to take a look. What greeted us was a charming town with incredible scenery, the best empanadas in Argentina, friendly animals and delicious Cafayate wine. Here’s our trip in photos. Read more