The trip is over, and I can’t help feeling that sitting in bed whilst typing this up kind of defeats the point of ‘blogging in the moment’. Oh well. Here goes the last week… The others decided that they would go on the Salkantay trek. Katie and I weren’t feeling it and stayed behind in… Read More


It’s been an amazing two weeks in the Sacred Valley. We’ve stayed in a community called Janac Chuquibamba with five wonderful families. My Dad’s parting advice to buy any clothes the community members were wearing on grounds of practicality proved useless: they gave us each a red poncho in a ceremony involving music, dancing, and… Read More


  The biggest advantage of being a leaper in Madagascar is the scope of opportunity available to you. After 8 weeks here, I’m still trying new things and still furthering the adventure each day at a time.    At this point the only leapers that are left are the “10 weekers”. Everyone else has gone… Read More


After Puno we all crammed into a Minivan for the trip out onto the Chucuito peninsula and our second project: Karina. We are housed by two siblings, Orlando and Beatriz. Beatriz’ husband was killed in a taxi accident and so valued us hugely for the effort we can put into helping her farm: picking potatoes,… Read More


This week started very exciting for us, because we’ve got the chance to be part of a “game capture”. For that we had to drive to the “Oas Stables”, where a very lovely guy called Mantie and his wife Pennie welcomed us. The phrase “My friend”,which Mantie used a lot, is still stuck in our… Read More


Being back at camp after two weeks at sea, we the leapers find ourselves at a loss as to what to do in our free time. Within a general sense that is. Naturally the first thing we did back on shore was hike for half an hour to try and get wifi. You may laugh… Read More


When we left off I had just crested the top of the Colca Canyon: from there it was yet another bus ride first to the bus centre in Chivay, then on to Arequipa. The night life, WiFi, cheap water and sweets refreshed us for the night bus east to Lake Titicaca and Puno. Puno’s overcast… Read More


The boat trip started out in traditional Malagasy tradition of being about 3 hours late. Ask any local when something is due they will reply “Mora Mora” meaning “slowly, slowly” . Not “slowly, slowly wins the race”, just “slowly, slowly” as if there is no moral or reason for it being late, it just is!… Read More


This week, I find myself coming back to the same quote by Earnest Hemingway; “the best people possess a feeling for beauty, the courage to take risks, the discipline to tell the truth, the capacity for sacrifice. Ironically, their virtues make them vulnerable: they are often wounded, sometimes destroyed”. Now to all the parents reading… Read More