As I step back on the escalators leading down to the NYC Subway, I see how much of the last 9 days I can remember. I remember Lima; the way we danced around the fountains as they danced around us, the taste of Peruvian chicken in the middle of the night, getting...
What an oddly perfect way to conclude this trip. In Monsoon Diaries tradition, every excursion requires a serendipitous coincidence to round it off. And this one is no different: Kseniya and I had parted ways earlier this morning; she was to take an early flight to...
I´m now waiting for my flight to Medellin, where I will take a redeye flight back home. I just edited all my past entries by adding in the appropriate videos I took with my flipcam while I was in South America. I think it adds to the realism of being there, instead...
There are very few cities that can compare to the oh my god I need to come back here for my honeymoon vibe when you walk along its streets. NYC comes to mind, but then again I´m biased. Luang Prabang is definitely on that list. And Cartagena. Yes,...
a I remember watching Y Tu Mama Tambien for the very first time, when the two friends fabricate the existence of a beach in an attempt to seduce Luisa. As they travel throughout the film, they discover in fact that the beach is real, and it just so happens to be the...
So now I’m sitting in Cartagena’s airport, waiting for Kseniya. Because Kseniya booked her flights a few weeks later than I did, she was unable to get on a flight with me from Lima to Bogota. Instead, she booked a later flight; I would leave for Bogota in...
Hungover. But nevertheless what a nice morning to wake up to in Bogota. - At time of posting in Bogota, it was 51.8 °F - Humidity: 88% | Wind Speed: 14km/hr | Cloud Cover: mostly...
