“I could feel the air in the room vibrating as he cleared the negative energies from the man who had come to visit.”
Landing (on my feet) in La Paz
Dio was everything a chef should be. Firstly, there was the name. I never managed to catch what it was short for (nicknames were used widely in this house, and…
Ayahuasca.
I’m slumped on a dirty mattress in an abandoned hut in the middle of the jungle, dry-heaving into a bucket while a shaman whacks me over the head with a bundle of dried leaves.
Pilpintuwasi
“Pilpintuwasi” is Quechua (native language of South America) and translates to “Butterfly house”.
THE HEAD SHAVE.
“Don’t shave your head. Don’t do that to the world,” said Victor, before he took my face in his hands and kissed me.
I shoved him off and, thankfully, didn’t listen to him.
FURTHUR, said the bus
FURTHUR, said the bus.
En La Selva
A piece on finally fulfilling a life-long dream of mine – to set foot in the Amazon rainforest.
The Feel of a Place (and discovering Kundalini)
“Sometimes, it feels like a place and I share the same soul”
Not All Those Who Wander Are Lost
My thoughts turn to the next chapter of my journey as I prepare to finish my first volunteering project and leave Cusco on my own!
To Plant a Tree
To plant a tree is an act of selflessness. Lowering the young saplings into the ground, I am reminded that I will not get to bask under their shade. I…