When we started planning our year-long extended honeymoon around the world, we didn’t really know what to expect. We had a lot of hopes and dreams: we wanted to become wiser, healthier, better versions of ourselves. We wanted to become the sort of people who climb mountains regularly and do yoga at sunrise every day and read books rather than surf the internet and write deep, meaningful things about the life, the universe, and everything in our leather-bound travel journal. We wanted to be the kind of travel couple you see on Instagram, their blissful lives centered around nothing but looking attractive in different places each day. Well, none of that happened.
My AirBnB account got hacked, possibly by a duck-faced teenaged supervillian from China? We think? Anyway, here’s our ridiculous story of being totally ignored by AirBnB, and how you can prevent your AirBnB from getting hacked, too!
Sometimes travel makes you miss things that you never knew you appreciated before. Like the immigration kiosk at the airport. You hop off a plane, hand them a slip of paper, answer a couple questions, then you’re off to enjoy a new country. Sure, you might wait in a long line, but at least you’re not scrunched in a van next to a rooster careening along a cliff at 80mph while the driver talks on his cell phone.
The Quilotoa Loop is a 3-day long hike in the Andes mountains in Ecuador, peaking at 12,500 feet. We thought we were taking the “easy” route. It turns out there is no easy route. Of course, we didn’t know that until after getting lost twice, crawling up a mountain on our hands and knees, and chasing off several aggressive dogs….
It’s been almost 2 months since we put our belongings in storage, said goodbye to steady paychecks and friends, and embarked on our year long extended honeymoon. Before this trip, the longest either of us had traveled anywhere was 2 weeks. True to form, around the 2 week mark is when both of us started to feel like we were ready to go home. But eventually we started to settle into a kind of routine – or at least, things started to feel less horribly foreign to us as time went on.
The Galapagos Islands are our favorite place by far on our South American adventure. From the relaxed island vibes and cozy coastal towns, to the plethora of sea lions, marine iguanas, and frigate birds at every turn, the Galapagos felt like the perfect place to take a break from our grungy backpacker lifestyle and have a real vacation.
With an extra week to kill in Cartagena, a day trip to take a mud bath in a dormant volcano sounded exciting and unique. Little did we know that our relaxing spa day would be foiled by an oil slick, vengeful abuelas, and Brazilian Dadbutt.
“How do I stop?? How do I make it stop going down?!?” I shriek frantically at my husband, who is calmly dangling in mid-air a few feet below me. I can’t make out his response through the roaring, cascading waterfall that we are both being drenched in as we rappel down a sheer rock face 250 feet in the air, but it’s probably something like ” Use the rope, idiot!” Oh, right.
My pants are covered in mud. My shoes are soaked. My wrist is killing me from a fall earlier. My poncho is a sweat lodge. Lia is flirting with death as she slides down a mountain nearly in tears and I think, “Where was this shit in Lonely Planet?” Salento, Colombia. One of the major […]
This is the story of the time my wife tried surfing for the first time. A jellyfish “almost killed her”, she got really upset, and she’ll never do it again. Spoiler: the jellyfish was harmless.
One of the most important people you will meet in your life is your travel companion. We didn’t realize we were perfect adventure partners at first. We had to find our stride. And we found that stride after a diabolical rock, a totaled car, mountain stoners, a broken French Press, and a 10 hour ride in a tow truck.