Once upon a time, this blog focused purely on travel. If that’s what you’re after delve in, there are plenty of articles about the lands I’ve been fortunate enough to explore. But, travel opened up my eyes to so much more (plus the world went f’in mental) and therefore ‘VisionsofJohanna’ gets a little, Read More
On a warm August afternoon, in New York’s Chelsea district, I was sat in a hostel courtyard contemplating my next move. In came a whirlwind: a character so full of life and stories I was instantly spellbound. Meet Inge, my Amsterdam based hitchhiking friend. Some people radiate energy and life, Inge is one of these people. If I could see auras hers would be a gigantic rainbow, I’m sure of that.
Have you ever had one of those moments where you wish you could rewind time? I don’t have them often as I mostly believe every experience is a learning curve. Or at least I’ve conditioned myself into thinking that, so I don’t go into a full-on meltdown every time something catastrophic happens.
I stood shaking and crying next to our work landrover, staring through a hole with jagged edges – the place a window should be. The glassy crystals lay across the seat, covering my very normal looking rain jacket but something was very wrong with this picture.
“Under heaven nothing is more soft and yielding than water. Yet for attacking the solid and strong, nothing is better; it has no equal.”
I’m in a rural community in the heart of the Miraflor Nature Reserve, Nicaragua and about to witness the most spectacular site. I’m surrounded by natives, sweaty natives, as they’ve worked tirelessly for weeks, digging trenches and laying pipes. Water is the aim: fresh, clean water.
I’m sat in a cloud, an actual big fluffy cloud. Not wandering as lonely as one, just sat in one looking over the sprawling mass of patchwork greens in front of me. The vultures are hopping from one foot to another, totally ignoring me, busy drying their huge wings after the regular afternoon downpour. Costa Rica is known for its lush green landscapes and mountainous terrain. I watch as the vultures dine on a not very tasty looking armadillo.