From Iguaçu I travel west over the Andes and beyond, over one of the emptiest stretches of water on the planet, en route to Easter Island, a fine dot on the map of the Pacific. If Iguaçu is full presence, Eastern Island is absence. Fretted by incessant winds, it is surrounded by a... read on
November 5, 2012 | 2:46 am
“Everyone walks through life but it is those who look to learn from people coming from different walks of life that travel the farthest."
True learning for me is something that happens... read on