Countries Within Countries

Lesotho

Once we decided to visit home for a week, we had a couple of days to kill before we flew out of Johannesburg, just enough time to pop into Lesotho to snowboard at Afriski. We called Hertz to apply for a permit to cross the border with their rental car, but it was Friday and it takes two business days to process. So we decided since Africa is fairly lax with paperwork in general, we would wing it and see what happens.

So we arrived at the border and it was empty. This should be relatively easy! We got our stamps and the border security told us to pull the car up for inspection. And what was the first question he asked …

“Is this a rental vehicle?”

Ugh.

We told him it was and he asked for the cross-border permit. We told him that we applied for it and were waiting for the email. He said they only accept paper copies. So we said the phrase that starts it all which we learned from Trevor Noah’s book…

“Sir, is there anything we can do?”

In typical African fashion, he said he was thirsty and if we could help him out, he could get us across. So in exchange for a “drink” we gave him PJ’s registration which he put in the system. Coons gave him a sly handshake with 100 Rand (~$7) and we were on our way in Lesotho. After an hour and a half driving through Lesotho, we rounded the corner and saw a long strip of snow surrounded by a lot of dirt. We made it!

An oasis in the desert.

At Afriski, we were able to snag a couple of bunk beds in the Backpacker Lodge, and we made reservations for dinner at their Sky bar where they have live music every night. The food was great, the drinks were cheap, and the music was classic acoustic American. We were stoked for tomorrow.

We started the morning off snowboarding. The single trail they made was about a mile long and we hot lapped it on the t-bar until the afternoon where we decided to switch to skis. The weather was so lovely, similar to spring skiing conditions at home, and Coons went full tank top (one of his favorite things to do)!

Spring skiing at its finest.

As the sun started to set, we watched an overrated demo show over mint hot chocolates before our dinner reservations. At 8pm, there was a quiz night, so we teamed up with three South Africans to win it all! The South Africans were part of a bigger group that invited us back to their cabin to continue the party, and we stayed up chatting over snacks and brews like we were in college again. It was a great day!

Champions!

The next morning we grabbed breakfast and headed back to Joburg. We dropped our big bags and laundry off at Westmoreland Lodge for safekeeping and headed to the airport to drop our car and wait for our flight.

After our whirlwind week visiting friends and family, we were back at our second home, Westmoreland Lodge in Joburg. Ian, our mechanic, hit us with a phrase that was becoming all too common:

Your car still isn’t ready.

Eswatini

Still determined not to let the absence of PJ derail our trip, we rented another car to visit Eswatini. Fun fact: for their 50th anniversary of Independence in 2018, Swaziland changed their name to Eswatini which means “land of the Swazis.” This time, we did apply and receive a permit to enter the country – albeit after several hours at the counter on a Friday of a long holiday weekend. The border crossing took two hours longer than expected, and of course no one asked us for a permit this time, but we finally arrived at Legends Backpacker Lodge, navigating the last hour in Eswatini through the rain and thick fog.

In Eswatini we visited three parks: Mlilwane Wildlife Sanctuary, Hlane Nation Park, and Malolotja National Park. The first nature reserve was close by and we did two small hikes where we saw zebras, springbok, and some huuuge crocodiles. We saw the warthogs cross our trail and they were so close to us!

What you lookin’ at?

The second day we ventured to the most popular park in the country, Hlane, to do a rhino-specifc game drive that had us driving around looking for white rhinos so we could get out and walk up close to them. We were the only two people on the midday tour and had the truck all to ourselves! After driving around for almost an hour, not seeing anything and getting a little worried, we came upon a mom and her enormous three-month-old baby. We nervously hopped out and followed the guide single-file to get a closer view. While they certainly knew we were there, they thankfully stayed put in the shade.

Thankfully it’s too hot for her to bother with us.

We hopped back in the truck for another five minutes before stopping to walk a little into the woods to find another set of three. All of a sudden we heard a noise behind us and looked back at the safari vehicle to see two more in front of the truck. We were surrounded! We slowly walked back to the rear of the car with the guide and got back into the car once the rhinos walked further into the woods. What a humbling experience to be so close to these humongous creatures. On the way back, we encountered a huge group of about 14 more rhinos, one of which was sitting right in the middle of the road. Once he saw us coming, he begrudgingly got up and walked over to the others, and it seemed like he wanted to charge us for a second. We left the park safely with our guide and then we did some self-driving where the coolest thing we saw was the marabou stork. This bird looked pretty menacing perched up tall in that African tree. The park must have been big because we didn’t see a single elephant, giraffe, or black rhino in the park (driving around in the heat of the day didn’t help either).

One mean looking bird.

The next day we left Legends and went to Malolotja. We walked 1,000 feet down in the hot sun to this two-tiered waterfall that wasn’t all that impressive due to low winter water levels and then all the way back up. We wanted to go to another set of falls but it was closed because of endangered species nesting, so we hopped back on the road for a much quicker border crossing this time.

We swear there’s a waterfall in there!

In total, we spent less than a week in these two countries combined, and although that wasn’t the plan, we think we did some of the coolest and most memorable excursions. This is now the fourth continent we’ve skied on. And we walked with white rhinos! Despite all the car trouble, we certainly have made the best of a crappy situation. It’s things like this we’ll remember forever!

Owning a Car in Africa — Our Firsthand Education with Murphy’s Law

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Did you buy a jalopy?

Coons’ grandfather posed this question to us at an extremely poignant time. He may be in his 90’s, but he’s still got it. Neither of us knew what the term meant (a dilapidated old vehicle), but could guess from his tone. The answer… maybe?

It all started out fine, as it always does. The car checked out fine with the mechanic when we bought it with its “reconditioned” engine. We drove 750 miles from Joburg up to Victoria Falls for our wedding. After that, we took our mini-moon in Hwange National Park, easily navigating the rough dirt roads as we spent three days searching for animals. Then, we turned around and started the 1,700-mile trip down to Cape Town to meet Kristian. After a particularly long first day on the road from dawn till dark, we finally arrived in Johannesburg, exhausted. We had a reservation at Westmoreland Lodge, basically our second home at this point. They had a lot of cars in the main parking lot so they directed us to another gate. Not thinking and ready to be out of the car, we pulled in. SMASH!!!

Noooooo. We forgot to check the height with the rooftop tent. We had hit the barrier the spans the top of the gate. Devastated, we surveyed the damage. The tent, our home for the next six months, was mangled. We dejectedly checked in and headed to our room for the night. Ever one to be proactive, Kourtney found a tent repair company in Cape Town that we contacted. After we described what happened and sent a few pictures, they weren’t too worried about being able to fix it. We could finally breathe again.

In significantly worse spirits, we took off the next morning for Cape Town, stopping at some nondescript truck stop town en route for a night (way more expensive than camping). Once we arrived in Cape Town on the third day of straight driving, we headed straight for Shorty’s Adventures. Shorty is a jovial guy and assured us he had done this multiple times himself and had fixed numerous tents in the same condition. Phew! He took the tent off the car and said he would have it ready in a week.

Once we picked up Kristian, we drove PJ almost every day, venturing out along the Garden Route and into wine country to explore the best South Africa had to offer. Everything went great (minus some weather) and PJ had no issues. After a teary goodbye, we set our sights on the next stage of our trip – a road trip up the coast along the famed Garden Route.

We knew we needed a new suspension system and wanted to get a full service before we headed out on along the coast. After taking care of those things in Cape Town and getting our tent back from Shorty, we thought we were golden. We spent our days hiking and driving along the coast and our nights cooking outside and sleeping in the rooftop tent. This was the African dream!

Sunset view from our tent beats a hostel room any day.

But, alas, the good times did not last. We were due in Joburg on the 18th to get Kourtney (Coons!) a new passport. After a few hours of driving on the N1 (their equivalent of route 95) on the 17th, PJ started making some noise and losing power. Kourtney quickly pulled off to the side of the road and killed the engine. We checked the oil – empty after an oil change a week ago. 9 liters in a week… not good. Coons spent some time trying to call a tow company, to no avail. A roadside patrol stopped and thankfully put us in touch with a mechanic from the nearby town of Winburg. We also took Shorty up on his offer to help us out wherever we were and had him contact a nearby mechanic. Turns out, Winburg is not a big town and only has one mechanic — Ian. Thankfully, after he received two separate calls, he decided we were important enough to come help out right away.

We started the car up for Ian and he immediately told us to kill it. Instant diagnosis. Never a good sign. Turns out we had blown a bearing in the engine and wouldn’t be going anywhere in a hurry. He towed us back to a guesthouse in Winburg and got us settled in for the night. $40 per night, excluding breakfast, without Wi-Fi, and with only a bathtub. WHERE ARE WE?!

Tow rope on the highway — only in Africa!

After checking out the engine, Ian informed us that we had two options: buy a new engine or have him completely rebuild ours. OUCH! After some angry calls with the place we bought the car (they don’t guarantee the second-hand cars) and rejecting their shitty offer for us to pay to tow the car to them (they won’t answer our calls anymore anyway), we told Ian to go ahead and order a new engine. We just wanted to get back on the road and continue our trip. We still had a long journey ahead of us… we were still in South Africa!

Given that it would be a few days to get the car fixed, we set our sights on getting the hell out of Winburg. This place was in the middle of nowhere. We decided to enlist the receptionist at the guesthouse for some help.

Coons: Can we get a taxi to Welkom (where we could rent a car) or to Joburg?

Receptionist: Oh no, don’t take a taxi – they’ll definitely rob you.

Coons: Cool, cool, cool. How about a bus? We can just hop on and pay cash, right?

Receptionist: No, you have to transfer money to their account to secure a ticket. They don’t accept cash anymore, too many hijackings along the highway.

Coons: Ah right, hijackings. Great.

Thankfully, Ian finally found someone who had the same bank as the bus company and could transfer money to them to pay for our bus tickets. Johannesburg, here we come!

After spending the weekend in the city and with no good news from Ian, we decided not to let this stop our trip and rented a car so we could still spend the week at Chris’s hiking cabin in the Drakensburg mountains and snowboarding in Lesotho. During the week, we got periodic updates from Ian:

  • “The engine I thought I could get you is the wrong one, I’ll keep trying.” Shoot!
  • “Seems like they did the heads on this engine as the gaskets look new.” Baxter, you know I don’t speak Spanish.
  • “Your engine has been discontinued, so all I can do is take it apart and see if we can rebuild it.” Are we going to have to go home early?!
  • “We found an internal water leak as well” Well that can’t be good

At this point, we had made the decision to go home for a week to visit Coons’ grandfather whose health had taken a turn for the worse. Ian had been trying to source parts for a rebuild but was having trouble finding some key parts. Thankfully, Mike (who helped us buy the car) had found a used engine in Joburg that was imported from Japan. We had Ian call the shop and it looked like it would work. We stopped by the shop before heading to the airport, paid for the engine, and told them our mechanic would be there the next day to pick it up. Not an ideal situation and we know we’re taking a gamble on a used engine (although it does have a 30-day guarantee), but at least we had a plan and the car would be ready when we returned next week.

After being home for a couple of days, we checked in with Ian on Friday, Aug 2th to make sure he was able to pick the engine up alright. Response from Ian – “No! My bakkie (truck) stripped its diff!”… great! So Ian said he would send a courier to go and collect it. This eliminated one of the main reasons we wanted him to go get it, so he could make sure it was the right engine, but ok, nothing we can do. After a couple of days of nothing, we finally get word on Tuesday, Aug 6th that he got the engine (we were set to land the following day).

Coons: Did the engine make it?

Ian: Yes, but it’s the wrong model

Coons: Noooooooo!!!

Ian: But it’s not a big problem! I just have to build your engines intake, exhaust, and coils to this one.

Coons: (You couldn’t have led with that, Ian!?) Ok… so it will still work?

Ian: Yes

Coons: Wow. Ok. So when will it be ready?

Ian: It should be ready on Friday

Spoiler alert… it was not ready on Friday. Turns out Friday was a holiday — must have slipped his mind! Determined not to let this derail us, we rented another car (and this time actually paid for the cross-border clearance) and spent the weekend in Swaziland walking around with rhinos. On Monday, we got confirmation from Ian that the car starts, but there is a water leak in the middle of the engine. He’s hoping it will be a quick fix. We’ll return the rental car on Tuesday and head on down to Winburg.

So that’s where we stand. Twenty-seven days after we initially broke down, we’re set to take a bus down to Winburg to collect PJ and hopefully continue our African overland trip. Thankfully, we’ve been able to make the most of our time apart, but we’re really excited to be reunited with PJ. We’re hoping we’re past the most difficult part, but it’s Africa, so who knows. It’s all part of the adventure! Stay tuned for our third PJ installment, which will either have us crossing the Namibian desert and entering one of the worlds most remote areas in Botswana’s Central Kalahari Game Reserve, or selling the car and going to Europe (kidding… maybe).

Buying a car in Africa — How Hard Could It Be?

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We’re not quite sure where the dream (OK… obsession) started – it may have been on a cramped chicken bus while the reggaeton drowned out our thoughts, or the umpteenth time we picked up our backpacks, or maybe the second straight day we arrived at 6:00 am on a night bus forced to wait for a 2:00 pm check-in time at our hostel, but somewhere along the way an idea was born. Overlanding. The idea of owning our own vehicle and driving it around a country/continent for an extended period of time had started to sound more and more appealing. As Coons dove further into his research for the African portion of our journey, we realized this was the ideal way to travel Africa. With larger distances than Central America and lacking the tourist infrastructure that supported gringo travel in South America, Africa, it appeared, was designed for overlanding. We also checked out rentals, but renting a kitted out vehicle costs $100-$200 per day. We would be out of money in no time at that point.

Research began in earnest, which quickly led us to some amazing overlander Facebook groups. People were buying and selling cars kitted out for long-term travel in countries up and down South America as well as Southern Africa. After a few failed attempts to purchase a vehicle in South America with the intent of shipping it over, we turned our focus to Africa. Coons posed a question on FB about purchasing a car in Botswana which led us to meet Ashley, who runs a tour agency in Botswana but also kits out vehicles and rents them to travelers for overlanding. Ashley offered to help us purchase a car and kit it out, which would help his mechanics get some work during the off-season, as well as possibly add to his fleet once we left Africa. We were intrigued, and once he found a 2004 Toyota Surf (automatic!), we were in. We sent a deposit and Ashley purchased the car and put together a list of items he would add to it. We were golden! Or so we thought…

With the car all set, we planned a tight timeline for the beginning of our time in Africa. Land June 11th in Johannesburg, get Coons’ hair/beard and suit rental done and take a bus to Gaborone, Botswana on the 13th to get the Toyota. We would then leave for Victoria Falls on the 17th, get married on the 20th, spend a few days in a national park, then drive allll the way down to Cape Town to meet Kristian on the 29th. Well, as so often happens while traveling, things did not go quite to plan.

Ashley had been helping a friend in Mozambique get back on their feet after the cyclone damage and wasn’t able to get to our car for a while. Once his mechanics had gone through everything, they noticed an engine knock that they weren’t able to fix. They finally threw in the towel on June 7th. That’s right, four days before we were set to land (and while we were dealing with our own travel issues in Bolivia). Crap! Ashley assured us it would be alright and that his partner Mike would meet us in Joburg and help us get sorted.

Coons started frantically looking online for vehicles but was striking out everywhere with our tight timeframe. We had to leave Joburg by the 16th to make it to the wedding in Victoria Falls. Mike and his partner Alison met us at our hostel on the 12th and told us about a 1995 Mitsubishi Pajero they liked. After spending a couple of days looking at vehicles, this was the only reliable option they had found. While it was 24 years old, it had a reconditioned engine and gearbox and ran really well. While we had our heart set on a Toyota, we agreed to check it out – what choice did we have? Oh, and it was also a manual. Guess we’re going to be pros by the time we leave.

In the right light, PJ looks almost new.

We took the Mitsubishi for a test drive on the 13th. Everything ran well, it had an optional 4 wheel drive with a differential lock, a bulbar, and a winch. Sweet! We dropped it off with a mechanic to look over while we went off to 4×4 Megaworld to price out our gear. Since we were heading right out to camp in a national park after the wedding, we needed the car to be mostly ready to go. With some luck, they were able to source the rooftop tent, awning, roof rack, fridge, and dual battery for us. If we gave it to them the 14th, it would be ready by noon on the 15th. Wow.

Back to the dealership we went. The car checked out alright, minus some worn down shocks, so all systems were a go. We had brought USD cash because that was our agreement with Ashley. Unfortunately, the seller wanted South African Rand (imagine wanting to be paid in your own currency — the nerve!). We needed to convert $5,200 USD into Rand for the car and registration. We headed to the mall (where else would we go in Africa) to a bank, thinking this would be quick and painless. Ha! Two banks, three separate transactions, and an hour and a half later we walked out of the mall with a giant bag of money – about 78,000 Rand.

All withdrawn from a Bolivian ATM… $300 at a time.

Another hurdle we faced was registering the car in our name as foreigners. This is a notoriously difficult problem in South Africa (and one of the main reasons we planned to purchase in Botswana) as you are not supposed to be able to get a Traffic Registration Number (TRN) as a foreigner on a 90-day visa. I had heard about a company in northern Joburg that supposedly helped foreigners with this, but it was a two-week process. Not ideal for our timeline. One thing we’ve learned on our travels is that while nothing works out as you planned, there’s always another way. A lady at the dealership offered to get us a TRN in a day for $100. While this sounded too good to be true, we didn’t really have a choice – we needed the car and needed it in our name to cross borders.

Big deal. A suitcase full of Monopoly money?

After our money had been counted and paperwork exchanged for our registration, they handed us the keys. The vehicle was ours that day. We went out for a celebratory meal to let traffic die down and headed home, exhausted.

The next day we were up early to bring the car into 4×4 Megaworld for our gear. Mike & Alison (the absolute heroes of this story) met us that afternoon for lunch and a big shopping trip to help us get the rest of the gear we would need. On Saturday the 15th we picked up the car at Megaworld and headed to the dealership. While the registration wasn’t quite ready, the TRN was all set (hallelujah!) and we had enough documentation to get into Zimbabwe. We thanked everyone profusely for the help and took off in our brand new 1995 Pajero. It didn’t feel right to use the name we had in mind for the Toyota (Vic), so we decided on PJ. Our home for the next 6 months.

Our first night wild camping in Botswana.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

South America Wrap-Up

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After spending three months in the heat of Central America, bouncing between coastal towns and looking for mountains wherever we could, we were ready for something bigger. We found what we were looking for in South America. A cooler climate, bigger mountains, badass glaciers, and some incredibly unique deserts. We had some awesome visits from friends & family and met some seriously amazing people — both local and fellow travelers. Given the size of the continent, we spent almost double the amount of time here, but left a huge part of it untouched. We will definitely be back!

One thing you packed that has been essential: 

B: This was a tough one. Living out of a 60L backpack for eight months meant that every single thing was important. We sent a few things home with family in Colombia, but otherwise, everything was used and used frequently. Our sleeping bags enabled us to camp anywhere without worrying about being cold. Our UV filter let us drink water from any source without worrying about getting sick and drastically reducing our plastic consumption. The laptop helped us blog, research, work, and buy a house all while on the road. But, as boring of a choice as it is, the most useful thing has been my cellphone.

Paired with Google Fi, my Pixel has enhanced our trip in so many ways. Every border we cross we instantly have service, allowing us to navigate confusing border crossings without paying touts or expensive tours. Downloaded maps on Maps.ME let us solo hike every trail without a guide worrying about getting lost. It was a translator, a money converter, a hostel booker, and a map. I could text from anywhere, allowing us to keep in contact with friends and family along the way. It’s our GPS and radio in the car and I read 25+ books on it while traveling. Plus — it takes great waterfall selfies!

Even though I studied abroad without a smartphone and somehow managed to travel without one, I can’t imagine doing a trip like this even 10 years ago. While I’m sure we would have made some more local friends and found some cool places, we would have missed out on some seriously incredible things and spent waaaay more time lost in the woods. So, while it may make me a classic millennial — I’ll take the smartphone every time.

K: It is definitely the UV water purifier, and we seem to have the best one out there although ours is pretty old at this point. Basically, it is a steri-pen that is USB chargeable and kills all of the bacteria in clear water in one minute. In Patagonia, we saw these two older gentlemen hogging the community sink in the back, pumping water with several hoses attached to their water bottle, and it looked exhausting after a long day of hiking. Three separate couples (two of them were Maggie/Alex and us) mentioned this new invention to them. Not only is it an excellent conversation starter when you’re in the hostel kitchen, it has saved us in sketchy towns and remote hiking adventures. Of course we love that we’re doing our part to reduce the use of plastic and help the planet a little bit.

Freshly filtered glacier water — key to hydration.
Thank god for long arms and portrait mode!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Favorite City:

B: As if we needed any more confirmation, this trip has proved we are not city people. Small towns are where it’s at, from El Chalten in Argentina to Salento in Colombia. But… we did manage to stay in a few nice cities along the way. We started off with a great one in Cartagena, Colombia, but it was just a bit too hot for me. Most of the other cities had small little neighborhoods that were really cool, like Lima’s Barranco district or Buenos Aires’ San Telmo area. But for me, if there was one city I could actually see us working in, living, and enjoying, it would be Cuenca, Ecuador.

We spent four thoroughly enjoyable days in Cuenca in February. The downtown was small enough to walk around but big enough to provide variety and have distinct areas. Given its location near the equator and higher elevation, every day was a perfect temperature. There were cool breakfast spots, fun student bars, and plenty of original architecture. It probably didn’t hurt that Jodoco’s sour beer was the best beer we’ve had on this whole trip. We shopped in local markets for fresh fruit and veggies and visited local butcheries and bakeries and stayed in a delightful hostel on the outskirts of the downtown. We know we’ll be back to Ecuador and will certainly be visiting Cuenca again.

K: Hmmm…this is a tough one, but Cartagena, Colombia immediately comes to mind. It is an old city with so much character. Because we were with Mama Coons and Maddi, our accommodations were gorgeous and right in the heart of the downtown! I loved the free walking tour we went on because the gentleman giving the tour was so proud of his city. The old doors with the different door knockers, the architecture, the statue of that naked lady, the colorful houses, and the lights! It is so vibrant and lively. I love that the streets are lined with graffiti art and then above your head are hundreds of colorful umbrellas or flags. There are a ton of cool shops. We went to a dive bar to listen to a band with some of the Wilson boat crew, and everyone was dancing salsa. There was live music, street performers, and the food was absolutely incredible! I don’t know if I’ve ever had better ceviche in my life!

However, this being said I do not think I could live there. I will forever have dreams of Cartagena and taking a yacht from the shore to the islands in Panama for a weekend in my yellow bikini, because of course in my dreams, I also have the physique of a Colombian, but alas it was not meant to be. I need mountains and a city that sleeps — one that’s small enough I can find my way around and maybe ride a scooter — perhaps with that funky sour beer from Cuenca, Ecuador.

I would go back solely for this beer.
Group shot!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Favorite Country:

B: Given our time constraints, we weren’t able to fit Brazil into our South America schedule, meaning Argentina is the largest country we had visited to date. While we didn’t see everything, we certainly saw a lot. Down south in Patagonia we spent time hiking in El Chalten and saw the Perito Moreno Glacier in El Calafate. In the east, we visited Buenos Aires (twice), saw some tango dancing, and had the best pizza ever! We went north in a luxurious overnight bus on my birthday to visit Iguazu Falls, then headed cross-country to the west where we hired a car in Salta and took a road trip through the desert and wine country.

Argentina had one of my favorite small towns in El Chalten, a top-five hike to Fitz Roy in El Chalten, the best waterfall in South America with Iguazu Falls, and was the first time we had been behind the wheel of a car since starting the trip. The distances were big (may have set a record for the number of overnight buses we took) and the dialect was tough to understand, but the scenery, food, people, and wine were all top-notch.

K: Yikes! This is even tougher! I loved our adventures in every country we visited, so I think I am going to cheat a little and say Chile. We actually visited Chile last August to go skiing in Portillo, a gorgeous mountain resort centered around a lake. We went heli-skiing with our ski fam after a huge snow storm and despite some “headaches” had a wonderful time. We visited Valparaiso briefly, a large city on the water with great bars, restaurants, and filled with street art. In San Pedro de Atacama, we went sand-boarding, enjoying its desert-like conditions, and biking in Valle de la Luna. Then there is Torres del Paine in Patagonia. Those views of the snow-capped mountains at Camp Dickson and the enormity of Glacier Grey will forever be burned into my memory. Maggie and Alex’s visit was extra special because they’re the couple that would be up for any adventure we planned and love it. What a fantastic week we had hiking the O Circuit. Chile really has a little bit of everything we love!

The iconic Fitz Roy mountain in El Chalten.
Who’s happy to be in Chile?!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Favorite Thing You’ve Learned So Far: 

B: Taking this much time off from work, we didn’t want this just to be a vacation. We knew we wanted to explore, hike, and see as much as we could, but we also knew we wanted to keep learning. We had tons of free time now and we wanted to make it count. We took surf, cooking, and Spanish lessons. We learned how to mountaineer equipped with crampons and ice axes and became Advanced Open Water Divers. But my favorite skill we picked up was photography, allowing us to finally use our “good camera” as it’s affectionally named to its full potential. After three weeks hiking in Patagonia, we had decided to book a place on the beach in Uruguay for a week and learn to surf. I had purchased a photography course a while back through Udemy, but never had the time to take it. This was our chance!

We spent our mornings surfing in La Pedrera and our afternoons watching tutorials and playing around with the camera’s settings. We learned a lot of new vocab like aperture and bokeh, how to shoot in manual, and how to edit photos in post-production using Lightroom. We got up early to shoot in the “golden hour” and practiced long exposure shots at night. Finally, we had a way to make sure the pictures captured what we were actually seeing with our eyes! The course gave us a great overview of the different aspects of photography and also prompted us to buy some new accessories. Thanks to Kristian for bringing us a new lens, tripod, and ND filters on your trip to Africa!

Spending so much time in some of the most beautiful places on Earth and without much room for souvenirs (sorry, Kourt!), our pictures are the primary thing we’re going to have to be able to look back on and to share with friends and family. I only wish we had done this course earlier.

K: I think I would have to say salsa dancing. I love learning new things and I learned something about myself: I love feeling in control and I am definitely more of a leader than I am a follower. In salsa, the man is in control and he guides the woman with his hands and feet. We learned the four basic steps and four turns and practiced most nights at a salsa club. The salsa club we went to in Cali was lively. It didn’t pick up until probably 11pm or later and the people there can go all night. These people look like they were born to dance and the people watching is intoxicating! Even watching tango in the streets of Buenos Aires over dinner and drinks was incredible. Tango is intimate and romantic and salsa is sexy and fun. I really appreciate that Coons is up to try new things and not afraid to shake that booty. He is a great dance partner, and I just wished we had learned the basics earlier! Plus dancing kind of makes me feel like Jennifer Grey in Dirty Dancing!

Experimenting with perspective and focus on the beach in Uruguay.
It wasn’t called the birthplace of salsa for nothing!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Biggest Bummer:

B: Given the fact that we were backpacking in South America for six and a half months, I’d say overall we were very lucky. We ran into a few snags here and there, and it wasn’t all rainbows and waterfalls (despite what our Instagram may look like), but nothing too serious. In terms of biggest bummers, for me, it was in Ecuador at the start of the Quilatoa Loop hike. We were all set for a four-day hike through central Ecuador, traveling from one small town hostel to the next, ending at the Quilatoa crater lake. We took a local bus from Latacunga and put our backpacks underneath the bus like normal. What was not normal was the amount of liquid on the front of my bag when we pulled them out. Shoot — did my water leak? I immediately thought. Then I took a whiff. NOPE! It smelt like the alley behind a seafood restaurant. Some local must have put raw fish underneath the bus in a bag that failed miserably at containing the contents. My bag reeked. Thankfully, my clothes were in drybags, but this was not the way we wanted to start our hikes. Normally, I hike in front of Kourtney, especially on a hike like this without a clearly defined path to stick to. Not gonna be an option today!

Once we got to our first hostel we hopped on the wifi to look for some ideas to de-fish my bag. Vinegar and baking soda were the two top options, so we snagged some vinegar from the kitchen, doused my bag in it, clogged the drain, and let my bag soak in the cold water. We left it to dry by the fire (a bit too close, rendering a couple of straps useless) and tossed some baking powder on it. This made a small dent in the smell and we repeated the process the next few nights as well, but putting your face close to the bag still elicited a strong gag reflex. At this point, we were about 5 months into the trip, not even halfway, and the thing I put literally all my belongings reeked of dead fish. Not great! Back from the hike and starting to panic a bit, we went from laundromat to laundromat trying to explain in Spanish what happened and asking if they could launder the bag. I was starting to seriously consider the idea of bathing it in tomato sauce. We finally found a place that said they could do it and we left the bag in their hands. Thankfully, when we returned the next day, the smell was all but gone and we could resume our travels.

K: After much consideration, I am going to say the failed Chimborazo hike in Ecuador. However, “bummer” is putting it lightly. I was heartbroken. I have never been so physically exhausted in my life; each 10th step at a 45 degree angle at 3am was excruciatingly painful and required me to take a break. But, I wanted to keep going. I wanted to reach the top so badly, so we could stand on the summit closest to the sun, but Mother Nature had other plans for us. I was in shock. We headed to Baños after and it rained for the next five days straight, so there were few activities to lift our spirits. Then the Patriots won the Superbowl and that helped, although — seriously — that game was a little boring. We chalked Chimborazo up as our “white whale.” We felt redemption with the success of the Cotopaxi hike, so that also helped a lot, but I figure we’re going to have to return to Ecuador and conquer that beast. Bummer!

Multiple failed attempts to remove the smell.
Chimborazo… you sonofabitch!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Favorite Activity (minus the O Circuit trek):

B: I think for both of us our favorite experience was trekking the O Circuit in Patagonia — so to make it a little more interesting we’ve excluded that one from the list. Removing that, my next favorite has to be summiting Cotopaxi in Ecuador. At 19,347 feet, this was the highest either of us had ever climbed and was a bit of a redemption climb for us. After spending a couple of weeks prepping to climb Chimborazo, the tallest peak in Ecuador and the closest point on Earth to the sun and coming up short due to unstable snow conditions, we were a bit depressed (as depressed as two people on permanent vacation can be). Knowing that we didn’t succeed due to Mother Nature, as opposed to our abilities, made it a little easier to swallow, but it still left a sour taste. After stewing on it, we decided to hike Cotopaxi, the second tallest peak in Ecuador.

Spoiler alert — we crushed it! We were super acclimated, super motivated, and led by our amazing guide Fabian, we summitted in no time. In reality, we went too fast and had to stop for multiple 20-minute breaks on the way up to try and wait for sunrise. While the two twenty-year-old Americans hiking near us really needed those breaks, for us, it was a chance to take in the night sky and munch on some snacks. As it was, we had to wait over 45 minutes at the top in sub-freezing temperatures just to get some color up there. Once the sun came up we started down and finally regained some feeling in our hands and feet. Being able to see our surroundings on the way down made it seem like a whole new hike. The ice formations, crevasses, and caves were unreal. It’s really another world up at that elevation. While we definitely wanted to summit Chimborazo and will be back to Ecuador for it, we were in such good shape that it made climbing Cotopaxi a breeze and allowed us to really enjoy the experience rather than struggling for each step.

K: Oh, come on…is Fitz Roy off the table too? Hiking aside — the Salt Flat tour instantly comes to mind. I knew there were places in the world with great diving, high mountains, clear lakes, etc. I really couldn’t fathom the Salt Flats and their enormity. It doesn’t seem that thrilling on paper, but I was just blown away. Just nothing but salt for as far as the eye can see. We got the mirror effect in the morning and then the bright sun for the rest of the day. It was so serene. First of all, if I have to wake up at 4am, few things excite me. I have honestly never had so much fun that early in the morning, nor have seven hours, seemingly uncaffeinated, passed so quickly. I just adored the people we met on the tour, and taking the perspective pictures was soooo fun. What a group effort! It was just a wonderful day.

On our way down from conquering Cotopaxi.
Be more romantic. You can’t.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

South America by the Numbers:

  • 7 – Countries visited
  • 53 – Towns visited
  • 158 – Days spent traveling
  • 17 – Nights spent in our tent
  • 15 – Nights spent on a bus/plane
  • 23 – Total books read
  • 4 – Friends and family that visited us
  • 1 – Wedding dresses purchased
  • 307 – Ben sneezes as counted by Kourtney to practice Spanish
  • $113 – Average cost/day