Battambang isn’t the most popular destination for travellers passing through Cambodia, but those who do make it to the northwestern part of the country know about the notorious bamboo train. Located in the outskirts of town, the bamboo train, or nori, is essentially a bamboo flatbed on wheels, which is powered by a small motorcycle [...]
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This week I went on a little tour of the Cambodian countryside, and it has been one of the highlights of my time in this country! (Along with watching the sun come up at Angkor Wat, of course.) When we were making plans for this outing, we told our tuk-tuk driver, Mr. Bay, that the [...]
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On that particularly hot Bolivian afternoon, I managed to sweet talk the driver into letting my friend Alyssa and me ride on top of the bus. It’s probably not the way parents hope their daughter is travelling around rural Bolivia, but if you had to choose between a stuffy cabin with screaming children and a [...]
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The youngest of the two sisters approaches, her playful nature shining through a timid smile. Loose strands of her jet black hair hang from a messy ponytail. I grin her way and wave hola. We are soon sitting together chatting away in Spanish. She is no more than eight years old but I don’t question [...]
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My decision was made before the question had been phrased. When given the option of spending the day helping at a nearby community that had running water, or, venturing to a small village deep in a valley without running water and where very little Spanish was spoken, I jumped at the second option. I surprised [...]
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The boys in San Pedro enjoying their breakfast Pantipampa A tub with a view outside Cochabamba A hitchhiker we picked up outside Mizque The girls in their traditional outfits It was a year ago that I was flying down to Bolivia to volunteer with Niños con Valor – yet I’ve written very few posts about [...]
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Remember the time this happened? “A sheer layer of dirt coats my sun-burnt face as I bounce around the back of the old pickup truck. Our two-vehicle caravan consists of a beat up Toyota and a dump truck borrowed from the Mizque municipality; the latter topped with food supplies and school materials for a neighboring [...]
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