Reality-Shattering: 5 Cups of Ayahuasca in Rurrenabaque, Bolivia

Ayahuasca in Rurrenabaque

Rurrenabaque, Bolivia. Somewhere deep in the jungle…

I crouched on the hay-covered panoply underneath the makeshift palapa, smoke blowing up my nostrils from the crackling hearth. I was in hell, swirling through the depths of a Hieronymus Bosch painting. As I fell deeper and deeper into a bottomless hole, I opened my eyes and saw reality for the first time.[mehr erfahren…]

The Golden Rule of Traveling (and probably, everything else)

the golden rule of traveling

Drop Bear Hostel. Santa Marta, Colombia! Day 14.

I noticed a restless glare in her eyes. She sat on the beach, talking about places she wants to go. She heard the beaches are better in Tayrona. She read the activities are better in San Andres. Someone told her that Cartagena is not worth the visit. The waves crashed ashore, the full moon lit up the sky. She did not see it.[mehr erfahren…]