First trip after the beginning of the pandemic. This was the second time we visited São Francisco do Sul. This time we stayed in Praia da Enseada. Unfortunately the weather was not that good, but we managed to have some enjoyable moments on the beach.
One of the things I like the most about traveling is discovering new places. Nowadays with so many tourists traveling everywhere, it’s not so easy to find a new destination, a place no one has told you about. So, whenever I get the chance to go to a place I have not heard about, I like to take my chances. I keep my expectations down in order not to get frustrated so easily and I search for the bare minimum information not to spoil the experience. And then I go..
Sometimes we are unlucky, but sometimes we are lucky! San Gregorio de Polanco was one of these lucky strikes. A hidden gem.
A few days in the Amazon in a little village called Alter do Chão, which is located midway between Manaus (AM) and Belém (PA). This place reveals a different Amazon. A place where the river plays the role of a sea. That’s why people call it the Brazilian Caribbean.
View from the top of Borrússia Hill near Osório.
Today was an unusually warm April afternoon here on the border with Argentina.
Peculiar cloud formation in Torres del Paine seen from Mirador Pehoé.
Last October my older son and I went to Cambará do Sul (south of Brazil) to do some hiking. Cambará is located in a region which has a few national parks with canyons and lots of stunning landscapes.
Sometimes we get that feeling that our closet is cluttered up with old stuff. For instance, quite recently, I realized I had way too many pairs of shoes. It was taking me too long to get dressed in the morning, just because I had to find a pair of shoes to wear to work in the middle of all the pairs of shoes I had. I had all my shoes crammed up in a small space inside the closet. Terrible! Those who live in small apartments like me probably know what I mean. Then I made up my mind to get rid of some of the old ones. But then you get that nostalgic feeling, “how can I throw them away? They are still okay..” Then you remember that you bought that pair while traveling abroad.
The solution was simple.. I took a photo of some of the pairs of shoes that actually had a meaning to me so that I could finally get rid of them and at the same time keep a memento.
Check out this blog for more tips on how to reduce the clutter in your life!
Back in 1994, a friend and I went on a trip around South America. In those days we had no Internet to search for information about the places that we were planning to visit, and no hotel reservations whatsoever. We basically gathered some information from a couple of travel magazines and used a map to decide on our itinerary. Then we bought a bus ticket to Campo Grande (MS – Brazil) and set off on our merry way. The trip from my hometown Porto Alegre (RS – Brazil) to Campo Grande took 25 hours, but that was just the beginning.
After 10 days and about 100 hours inside buses and trains, we got to Cuzco (Peru). In Cuzco, we dropped our stuff at the hostel and went off to visit the tourist attractions. We split up and after a couple of hours I went down a street market near the Plaza de Armas. At first the market was quite touristy, but after I went down a few more blocks, it started getting a bit rough. I remember that I started feeling concerned about my camera and wallet. What was a touristic place with natives trying to sell handcrafts and typical Peruvian souvenirs, suddenly became a fruit market, and then it got worse. I remember seeing some unwelcoming looks coming my way. But then I saw this church at the top of a hill, it didn’t seem to be that far, so I thought I would go up to check out the view and then get the hell out of that place, back to the safe more touristy area.
Unfortunately it was too late! While I was walking up the hill I felt I was being followed and when I decided to look back, one of the guys jumped onto my neck and got me in an armlock. I elbowed him to free myself from the armlock and then I noticed there were two guys. They came onto me and we started fighting. In fact I was doing it more by instinct as I am not the kind of guy who would react in a situation like this. If I had had more time to think I would probably have handed my belongings to them and let them walk away. But that wasn’t the case. So after a few exchanges I found myself surrounded by some 7 or 8 guys. Then the next thing I remember is that I got punched in the stomach and fell, semi-awake. An old lady came close to me saying: “there they go, there they go!”, but there was nothing I could do.
After I got mugged in Cuzco, we had no more than USD 100 left, so we decided that a good way to save money while waiting for my new credit card would be to join some guys we had just met and do the Inca Trail with them. Then we rented a tent for less than a dollar a day, bought some food and supplies and left for the famous km 88 where the trail starts. Thankfully, our trail companions had all the necessary gadgets and camping gear.
And this is why I did the Inca Trail. No doubt it was one of the greatest adventures of my late teens. One of those that happens by chance, but that will never be forgotten..
These pictures are some of my favorite ones from those days..
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