The last roll of film from my time in Chile
Read MoreSouth America
Bárbara Hernández: Extreme Swimmer
I met Bárbara while swimming on an intramural team at the University of Chile in Santiago. She specializes in swimming in freezing water (32-48 degrees Fahrenheit) and let me tag along to document one of her practice swims at Laguna del Inca behind Ski Portillo, a ski center at 2880m (9450ft) in altitude. She is training to swim at the World Championship in ice swimming in Russia next year!
Read MoreSantiago de Chile: Winter
Winter doesn't mean snow in Santiago, it just rains. That doesn't mean I wasn't slightly jealous seeing photos from the northern-hemisphere's summer at the same time.
Read MoreFilm roll: Bolivia
Three rolls of film taken between January and February, 2015. I had them developped at a film shop in Cochabamba but my flight to Santiago left before I could pick them up. Six months later I see them, thanks to a friend who travelled to Cochabamba and brought them back <3
Read MoreConcha y Toro
I still don't like wine. Sorry, Chile, land of wine (and empanadas). Two wine tours and conversations with a sommelier still haven't changed my wanting a juice-box over a glass of wine, however I can appreciate all the hard work that goes into it. I took a tour with my mom at Concha y Toro, a large winery (2nd in the country by production) located just outside Puente Alto. My favorite part was seeing a sheep grazing on the lawn and visiting the old-school wine cellar four meters underground. And bonus points for getting to the winery without using a taxi.
Read MoreBolivia, Part 2: Cochabamba
I travelled to Cochabamba after landing in La Paz. It's a beauuutiful city. I saw the Cristo via Cochabamba's own cable car, saw the movie Paddington dubbed in Spanish in theaters, ate ice-cream in the plaza 14 de septiembre, bought flowers in a market in Quillacollo, and waded through crowds in La Cancha - a huge market known for its pickpockets.
here's where I was:
The less glamorous side of travel isn't as fun to talk about, but here it is... I walked on packed sidewalks with a broken backpack, sweaty and tired, arrived at 1am on a bus with no air conditioning, and received my share of stares as a mochillera (a backpacker).
I like to stay in one place for a long time as opposed to bouncing around day after day. It's more relaxing that way, and I get a deeper understanding of that place rather than the flash highlights from a guidebook. Staying longer means experience more of everything, the good, the bad, the awkward, and the amazing. And now I know how to use the Bolivian trufi (8-person vans) system...mostly.