WOW, how the hell is it almost the middle of February already? It seems like we just celebrated New Years!
Over the last 6 weeks we’ve spent a lot of time hanging out with visiting friends, and that always seems to make time go faster. (We miss you R + J!!)
We met some cool overlanders in the last few weeks, including Josh, Andrea and little Lotta. Perhaps we’ll see them down the road… but it’s always hard to say.
I think these guys are moving fast, and therein lies our dilemma when it comes to hanging out with other overlanders… we move REALLY REALLY SLOW.
Most overland travelers are on a trip with a fixed time line, and we are not. We’re not even on a trip anymore. We’re just slow living, so new waves of overlanders pass us monthly.
The next slowest people we know are Luis and Lacey from Lost World Expedition, but they too have now left us. I hope we see these guys again. We really liked them. But they are already mumbling about jumping this continent and moving on to Europe, so it’s hard to say.
I tried to give Luis my expert Sprinter Life road advice before he left, but he was having none of it. It’s been 2 days since they left and I just saw this on Lost World Facebook…
“Attempt to drive from Huanchaco to Huaraz through El Cañon del Pato: Massive fail due to landslides and tire failure… We are in Lima!”
Luis, I like the use of the word “massive” in that post. I’m just gonna say it this one last time. I told you so. Ok, now carry on bud. I love you.
Seriously though, that’s overlanding in Central and South America. That shit happens. All the time.
And so now that everyone is gone and our social calendar is clear, Stevie and I have fallen back into our daily routine. She’s working on the kid’s school/NGO, taking spanish lessons, doing yoga, writing, and, of course, feeding me, Kiki, and the stray dogs. I’m working and surfing… oh, and there is a rumor that I’ve been signed up for Salsa dancing lessons. Joy.
It’s crazy to think that we only have about 6 more weeks before we cram everything from our nice 2 bedroom apartment back into the Sprinter and head south after our friends.
And so is the way of this life.