I return to Malta after eight months away, face reverse culture shock and begin rebuilding my life without falling into the same old routine.
I return to Malta after eight months away, face reverse culture shock and begin rebuilding my life without falling into the same old routine.
From ancient megaliths to the relentless bombings of WWII. A journey through Mediterranean empires, the Knights of St John, and the birth of a republic.
From a densely populated island to the survival of a Siculo-Arabic tongue. A journey through Roman Catholic values, pastizzi, and linguistic hodgepodges.
From submerged ice age bridges to the sunlit Mediterranean. A journey through varied ecosystems, water scarcity, and the rocky Maltese coast.
From ancient sweet honey to the heart of a flawed democracy. A journey through Mediterranean coasts, bipartisan politics, and the fight for justice.
Latin America is over, but the gap year continues. Four months left to process 252 days of adventure before the stethoscope returns to stay.
A final goodbye to Chile and Latin America. Reflecting on Torres del Paine, the Atacama, and the end of an eight-month nomadic lifestyle.
Walking the streets of Santiago as a transitory ghost. Reflecting on an 8-month journey that came full circle, from Mexico City to the end.
From the steam of El Tatio geysers to floating in the Salar de Atacama. A final pisco sour as the sun sets on an epic eight-month Latin American journey.
After six months of shared dorms and weird smells, I finally treated myself to a hotel in Santiago. Then I accidentally opened the door while naked.