Koties Adventures around the world

The H A R D facts about traveling During a mid year de-briefing in a parent visit to our team, we were asked to answer and share the next 11 questions. Here follows a non mystical approach to my experience up till now 1. The weirdest and most horrible thing that I have eaten or drunk on this journey. Surprisingly the most horrible drink, was a strong canned malt drink served in a slum in Guyana. The drink tasted like molasses with a soy Souse type of consistency. The weirdest fruit was in Cuba, it looked like a brown skinned...

The Tropical pilgrimage continues Some time has past since our last sea gull letter exchange. Since then, I have sold the flock of sea gulls and have climbed aboard a dung Beatle who promised to take me overland. After our boat trip on the Amazon, she docked in Manaus, Brazil. My band of travel companions were welcomed by friend of friends who took us in for the night. We slept on blowup mattresses, on somebody's second floor. In the morning shopping was done for three days worth of road snacks. Gathering ourselves we took a day long bus ride. The...

Kenya and beyond                  I'm listening to Reggae and classical guitar music simultaneously as they compete for my attention, both expressions of changing and merging cultures found Kenya and beyond I'm listening to Reggae and classical guitar music simultaneously as they compete for my attention, both expressions of changing and merging cultures found in the Distant Relatives Eco back packers our team is staying in. After two weeks in Tanzania and serving in Kenya our team has had a couple of days to debrief, lighten our backpacks and take final sips and deep...

Where the jungle book lives The best way to retell the next bit of my venture, must be to start with where I am at. You'll find me, under a large tree, with plastic wrapped lights and a dripping glass of cold water, it is almost the hottest part of the day, and my soul has longed for a quiet clean place, as it has seen many salt & sandy places. We just spent three weeks in Guyana, the country tightly fit between Brazil and Suriname. A country where kisses are blown freely, army officers, and mountains of rice. But...

Dear ones I call friends and family!                                                                                                   Swinging from my hammock on the second deck of our rather large katamarang boat, as she vibrates her way up the Amazon river, I think of the many stories that have filled my sails in the past month. Our means of passage is so...

Closer than ever: reflections after a week of survivor in Colombia After a week in the wilderness During which our day plan consisted of looking for isolation to build a shelter (suspending our Hammocks from trees that have grown tall enough) Or the majority of our day light hours were spend searching for " agua caliente" ( hot water) to make a third or forth cup of Colombian coffee,Strangers who helped us became friends,I became a Spanish speaking African Mango's were part of our staple dietBeaches are roads,Rivers are to be crossed ( while holding our backpack with our few worldly...

Hope's Garden Jeremy woke up with dust all around him, and the neighbours cat licking his toe, where he had cut it the previous night, when he stepped into a broken glass on the way to his house. Jeremy looked for something to eat, but only found green bananas. That was it, today he was going away, that is what his mother and his big sister had done. But that has been a couple of years ago, before he could tie his own shoe laces. He could see his Granny was half asleep as he walked out of the door,...