A very Swedish Christmas

Taganga is a small fishing village 7 kilometres South of Santa Marta which sits tucked away in a little bay. I was happy to get out of Santa Marta, it was a bit… Continue reading

Cartagena to Santa Marta

The next day Emilie, David and their friend Maya who they arranged to meet in Panama City arrived at my hostel in Cartagena where they told me exactly what had happened to them… Continue reading

Cartagena

THE FERRY RIDE OVER FROM BOCAS David and I left Hosteluego on Sunday at 2. Saying goodbye to everyone was pretty sad, especially when it came to Marcus and Linus the two Swedish… Continue reading

Polo Beach Bastimentos

Nearly every day I meet a new interesting person here. The other day this tall tanned girl walks into the hostel with long sun bleached hair, red tinted sunglasses, a flower in her… Continue reading

Next stop Colombia

EMILY DANIELA & I I can’t believe it’s December already, everyone at home is visiting Christmas markets in Dublin and putting up their trees. I’ve never been away from home for Christmas apart… Continue reading

Bocas del Toro

Crossing the border into Panama was a bit of a pain in the ass but I think that was largely to do with the fact that the four of us were hungover, tired… Continue reading

Puerto Viejo

On Thursday Kathrine, Dario and I caught a bus to Puerto Viego just 13 kilometres South of Cahuita for $3. I had heard that Puerto Viejo was a bigger version of Cahuita just… Continue reading

Cahuita

There was a small little restaraunt just left of my hostel so myself and an American pal went here for a bite to eat. It’s called Monteverde Beer House and it’s owned by… Continue reading

Tarcoles-Manuel Antonio-Monteverde

After quickly realising that Costa Rica’s public transport system is horrendous, I rented a scooter for 5 days. Buses run from Hermosa to Jaco twice, once in the morning and then again in… Continue reading

Jaco- Costa Rica

I stayed in a small hotel near Atlanta airport to catch some sleep before my 9am flight to San Jose the next day. When I woke I went downstairs for the breakfast where… Continue reading