Day 3 – Altitude Sickness is not a Joke

I arrived at the hostel, walked up 4 flights of stairs with my backpacks, and I was exasperated by the 3rd floor. I just couldn’t breathe in as much oxygen as I would have liked. My throat was itchy and dry, and I felt dissatisfied with my breathing rhythm. It was actually impossible to take deep breaths. My heart was pounding out of my chest. I’ve never experienced anything like it, or even comparable. Read More …

Day 2 – So Somehow… I’m in Santiago de Chile

I wish I were able to travel without any hiccups, but in my world, that’s obviously me asking for too much. Needless to say my afternoon was eventful, and I feel like I just did an airport tour around the world and especially in South America… Sigh. I’m tired. Read More …

Day 1 – What’s the time in LA?

Documenting my 24 hour stopover in LA before flying out to La Paz: Venice beach was entertainment to say the least. People were conducting medical marijuana evaluations, doing free spirit healings, and other hippy stuff. Adding to this was some guidos (the Spanish kind) walking around topless and flexing their muscles. Read More …