Sometimes, days pass by and at the end of it, you just sit back and think “What the f**k just happened today?!”. Sometimes, you can not do anything else than just drop your jaws in admiration for some of the madness you have seen during the day. Sometimes, you find yourself in a crossfire of a territorial beachwar, where relatively innocent tourists end up in fistfights with ex-convict and drug traffickers. (more…)

Everything good has an end and everything good does not necessarily have to have a good end. My time here in South America is running out. I have bought my ticket home and under a voluntarily obligation I point my nose towards the cold home of Denmark. (more…)

People in South America are religious - I have never doubted that. Everywhere I go, people are crossing themselves, they carry necklaces with Maria Magdalena and crucifixes, there are churches everywhere and cars are styles with phrases like “God is my friend”. It is clearly a huge difference from home, where people go to church once every year. But in South America, I have been told that God is actually looking for me. (more…)

My health has been fine ever since Venezuela. If I rule out a period over a couple of weeks in Colombia, where I had a constant running nose, I have not had any problems with my health at all. I was expecting to get sick in Bolivia again, because that is what happens to most people. But I am not in Bolivia and I have already been hospitalised. (more…)

The sun is high on the sky. The waves rolls up on the white beaches and the stranded white bodies of the gringos. The water is not particularly warm and the wind has been gloriously missing for far too long. Sitting on the beach, together with the other stranded white bodies, I am catching up with the tan as I wait for the perfect wind to make me a proper kitesurfer. (more…)