The Moneyless Man

"Money has come to replace community as a primary source of security."
-Mark Boyle

There are an increasing number of people on our planet who are living without money. Though we are not living without money (for the time being), these people are proving a great source of inspiration to us, and we want to share that inspiration with you.

The Other Way

"Ultimately we know deeply that the other side of every fear is freedom." 

-Marilyn Ferguson

So, we are running out of money. This is a fact that, just a week ago, had us feeling upset and anxious. It can be a scary thing, running out of money, especially when to a large degree you have been planning much of what you do around money. 

A Small Deposit

For so many of us, when we travel, we fear one thing above all else. We fear the coffee that costs the same as it does in England, or the only dorm room left in town which is, really, only $2 more than all of the others. We fear the taxi over the bus and the ticking tock of the quickening clock. We fear the same thing that we did back home, the same thing that our mothers and friends do: we fear our money running out.

Outdoor Minded Magazine: My Guide to Walking the Camino de Santiago

The folks over at Outdoor Minded Magazine have kindly published my tips for walking the Camino de Santiago.

Fire at Los Pinos

Santa Marta is a wash of shimmering lights tossed across the distance. From here the city seems further than the stars, which are pressed against our backs. The fire is gentle and we are comfortably braced against the chill of the night.

Emma and I arrived here by misadventure. A serious bout of food poisoning sent us through the deset and back, eventually, to recovery in Santa Marta. From there the grapevine took its course; notes were passed and after a brief stay in the hills of Minca we headed once again into the mountains of the Sierra Nevada de Santa Marta, a name in our pockets.

Camino de Santiago in photos: Part 3: Goodbye OIlie and Selina :(

 

Radioactive mice 150m ahead. 

My favourite sign without a doubt. 

 

The Tree of Love in the Centre of the World

We are on our way back from a five day trek to the centre of the world and the six of us, bewildered, are stood in the bowels of an eight hundred year old tree. The jungle, oddly, has fallen quiet, as has our guide Miguel. When he does speak his voice is so soft that I strain to catch his words. Luckily Klaus, a forty-seven year old art dealer-cum-Adonis from the Austrian mountains, has perfect Spanish.