Lakeside living
Nov
09
2016
A life of travel is certainly not destined to be one of routine.
A life of travel is certainly not destined to be one of routine.
Oh no!—We’re approaching the event horizon of Overlander Oasis. It’s too late to escape. Deploy the rooftop tent. Crack a beer and open up the deck chairs. We may be some time.
Getting out of Havana isn’t as easy as just hopping straight on a bus. First you have to find a taxi to take you out to the bus station to book a bus ticket for the following day. Or the day after if things are a bit busy… Looks like we’re spending another day in Havana.
Everywhere we travel, we tend to feel at home. Whether it is in the chaotic midst of a big city, alone on a cold windy mountain top, wandering the narrow alleys of a bustling market or lost in dusty back roads, far from the nearest store. But every now and again, we find somewhere where we can really relax, feel even more at home. Somewhere where we almost completely forget how far away from our actual home we are. One such place was the town of Loreto, in Baja California Sur.
It was with a heavy heart that we boarded the plane to Wellington for a long weekend of Beer tasting and general gluttony. Who am I kidding? We were practically skipping with joy, well I actually was. Ben expressed his enthusiasm through the medium of not being asleep—despite the early morning flight. As we stepped out onto the tarmac at Wellington airport we said goodbye to the budget and hello to deliciousness!