Why do we travel? What is it that compels humans to move, to see and be more?
I once wrote that travel is a strange thing; that travel on a large scope is a huge and often life-changing undertaking, yet we often push the gravity of these decisions and actions to the back of our minds.
Now that I have come to fully realise the possibilities of a years-long trip, I being to wonder why this desire to travel exists at all?
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Make sure to have a read of my new article, published today in the wonderful Voices section of The Journal.
I’m genuinely delighted to be contributing to this wonderful site.
For me, it is a milestone in both my travels and my life. This will be a marker in my personal lifelong narrative, a new chapter in my new home.
It is something that happens to everyone at some point or another, a time when home no longer simply means your origins, but also the place where you try to carve out a living for yourself in whatever corner of the world you have found yourself in.
Read the whole article here.
One thing I’ve been missing since I left home to travel South America.
One particular staple of of Irish life and identity.
Something that I have craved for a long long time, but never had the means to acquire.
The Full Irish Breakfast.
Continue reading The Full Chilean Breakfast
I have been here in Chile for near nine months now, and aside from one short morning trip to the snowy mountainside of Valle Nevado and another day-trip to the Francoise Lurton vineyard just outside of Santiago, I have yet to truly leave the city for any notable length of time.
It was with this thought in mind that I leapt at the impromptu suggestion of going camping in the valleys of Cajon Del Maipo.
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One year ago, today, on the 28th of September 2015, I boarded a flight from Barcelona that took me half-way across the globe to Peru, where this adventure began.
In truth, the trip began on the 26th, the day I left Ireland to Barcelona. But while I was in Barcelona, it didn’t seem quite real, the reality of my actions and decisions had yet to occur to me fully. I was still close to home, I was still with close friends; it wasn’t until we boarded that plane that brought to a new continent and (for me) and entirely new world, that I realised the extent of my undertakings.
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I wrote in one of my first posts that travel is a strange thing, that we often do not and cannot foresee the futures that wait for us. We can make predictions and plans, certainly, but what awaits us will always have that uncertain spark of chance.
As I write this, I am sitting in a flat in the centre of the city of Santiago, in Chile. This isn’t a matter of couchsurfing or staying with a friend; I rent this flat with my partner, Anabel.
I have a job now, teaching English as a foreign language, mainly to businessmen who wish to improve their grasp of the language, to better deal with their European and American counterparts.
The pay is good and the work is rewarding.
I have been here for a total of two months.
Continue reading A Change Of Pace
As some of you may already know, I spent some years studying Film Production in Dublin, Ireland.
Film is always something I have had a love for, I can remember watching shows about special effects on Saturday afternoons as a child, and seeing my very first film in a cinema, Jurassic Park, when I was six.
While I was in the jungle, in the Cordillera Escalera, I entertained the idea of making a short documentary about Orlando and what he does. Unfortunately, one the more daring monkeys managed to snatch my camera battery; all we found of it was chewed bits of plastic, so that was the end of that idea.
That is, until another volunteer arrived, Valentine, with a beautiful Nikon DSLR.
So with his camera, and the lessons I vaguely remembered from my time in college, I spent a day interviewing Orlando and some of the volunteers.
Continue reading Cordillera Escalera – A Short Documentary
For a recap, read The Jungle Scene -Arrivals and The Jungle Scene – Trees And Rice
The rain had woken us up during the night. A sudden torrential downpour and howling rain, punctuated by the sound of cracking trees.
When we woke in the morning, the rain had not stopped. It was not uncommon to have rain here, this time of year saw frequent showers, but nothing yet on this scale.
This didn’t bode too well for us, we were supposed to leave, but this weather I didn’t know if we could.
We decided to grit our teeth and make our way to their centre, what else could we do?
Continue reading The Jungle Scene – Back To Civilization
I’ve written a guest post for the NYC St Patrick’s Day Parade blog, exploring some of the reasons why we travel.
Here’s an excerpt:
I travel because I am Irish.
I believe we have a wandering soul, an inherent desire to see the world; such a small country can’t hold characters as big as us, so we move. We move and we make friends and see new places; and everywhere we go, there is a smile and welcome waiting for us.
Some of us might not hear our wandering soul, or some of us might choose to ignore it, but it is always there.
Read the whole article here
For a recap, read The Jungle Scene – Arrivals here.
I groaned internally as I looked at the plate of food in front of me; rice again.
The problem was that because we were so remote, and because there was no electricity, we were limited to the food that we could keep. Most days lunch was diced tomato, onion, camote, and potato, with a large serving of rice.
It was healthy, it gave us the energy we needed for our work, and we never went hungry.
Still though, I would have loved a steak.
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