Welcome to Parchment Road!

With my Six Months South Journey over and a new phase of life beginning, I'm relaunching my blog... Welcome to Parchment Road! Hopefully, with a less time-restrictive title, I will be using this site for years to come, to document and comment on all those gems in the story of life that catch my eye. … Continue reading Welcome to Parchment Road!

Six Months Songs: Music from the Journey

I suspect that I'm addicted to music (along with all the other things). A journey without a soundtrack is almost a journey not worth having, and a playlist can tell a story as well or better than any article. For this reason, I've sharing what I was listening to throughout my six months. You can … Continue reading Six Months Songs: Music from the Journey

En Esperando: The Search for Ayahuasca

I’m not going to tell you what I saw when I took Ayahuasca. Alien spirits, impossible geometric realms or, most significant of all, a giant snake, slithering towards you. While in their proper context, such descriptions can be illuminating, for the most part, I think they risk being distractions. Psychedelic fodder to fuel the desire … Continue reading En Esperando: The Search for Ayahuasca

Neverending Photos!

Alright, so I’ve been lazy while I’ve been here in Barcelona and haven’t written anything for the blog. No, not lazy, busy. Very busy. Anyway, I still have a huge backlog of photos, so I can always stall with them! Here are the happy snaps from my tour into the Salar de Uyuni – Bolivia’s … Continue reading Neverending Photos!

Salt in the Clear Sky: Salar de Uyuni, Bolivia

  The night I left Sucre it poured down with rain. I was having trouble with my bank cards and, as silent lightning flashed in the distance, was trying every machine in the Plaza 25 de Mayo. The main square of government, 25 de Mayo hosted the House of Liberty, where Bolivia's declaration of independence … Continue reading Salt in the Clear Sky: Salar de Uyuni, Bolivia

Samaipata Connection

Charly and I played four games of chess at El Jardin. He would taunt me in English when he was winning and mutter to himself in French when he was not. The second game took place on the night Aye left Samaipata. She and Charly had been carrying out a little romance during her month of … Continue reading Samaipata Connection