Author: André
#62 Tips for self isolation, homeschooling and keeping sane around your family
Background For anyone that isn’t familiar with our story and is reading this blog for the first time, there are a lot of posts to read that detail our journey (I’m sure you have some tim... Read More
#61 Becky’s view: 18 months living a nomadic life
Reflection of a life-changing adventure and choice of life for 18 months. Excitement, intrigue and trepidation of what lies ahead. A family of four that broke free of the suburban shackles and headed ... Read More
#60 Tiana’s story: 18 months living a nomadic life
As our journey comes to an end, our emotions are all over the place. Reflection of a life-changing adventure and choice of life for 18 months. Excitement, intrigue and trepidation of what lies ahead. ... Read More
#59 André’s view: 18 months of a nomadic life
'Was this lifestyle ever going to be permanent? - I’m not sure any of us knew the answer to that. We just felt the urge to move, explore, educate and escape the suffocation of suburbia. One day at ... Read More
#57…The last stretch
Everyone has a breaking point, and looking at the calendar on the fridge to see we had 4 more weeks in Caño Negro, was ours. The living conditions were really testing; mosquitos, damp everywhere, two... Read More
#56 Digging a grave, cockroaches, a blind dog and a long way from anywhere
After arriving back in San Jose, we made contact with Anne regarding our dog sitting volunteering post up in Caño Negro in northern Costa Rica, close to the Nicaraguan border. The plan was to d... Read More
#55 Costa Rica: Charlie’s Angels, and a lucky escape from a scorpion
A lucky escape from a scorpion, the kids in dog heaven, and a visit to and indigenous community... Read More
#54 Costa Rica – Back in the Heat
Up close an personal with a sloth, holding up a taxi driver, and a chance meeting with an old friend in the jungle... Read More
#53 A Swiss Surprise, and Strategising in Santiago
At 4am my cab arrived; it felt strange getting in on my own. No mad rush, head count or bag check, it was just me myself and I. In the airport I kept looking around, thinking I’d forgott... Read More