I remember as a kid in Latin America, I was curious and kinda jealous when families around us celebrated 3 Kings Day. Three decades later, bikepacking across Mexico, It piqued…
Haz clic aquí para leer en español Written by Fidgit It was one of those towns which instantly underwhelms: The plaza was an uneven dirt square. Funding was coming from…
Haz clic aquí para leer en español Written by Neon Fidgit and I weren’t feeling great leaving Macusani, though that had become the norm. Our bodies were breaking down, our…
Haz clic aquí para leer en español Written by Fidgit The joy in this walk began to flicker somewhere around middle Bolivia. Extended illness combined with exposure to pervasive poverty…