Category: Travel blog
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THIS IS MY NEW WEBSITE
I have a new website. I couldn’t think of a catchy title so I decided to just use my name. Most people can’t spell my surname but it’s easier to spell than ‘Trevithick’
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A note on motivation and obsession
my fascination with the lost years of Trevithick is becoming a Fawcett-esque obsession with something I’m not sure I’ll ever know the true extent of
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Return to Lima
I cannot hear a word this man is saying; he is selling fruit on the street corner from a cart impossibly large for him to shift and I am trying to buy a papaya bigger than my head, but amidst the roar of traffic behind him, the incessant blaring of horns that Lima drivers use…
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Blocked at the Peruvian border
In La Paz I met a man from Spain, ironically named Pedro, who told me he’d just arrived from Cusco by land. He proudly declared that he bribed his way through the roadblocks and hitched a ride all the way from Cusco to La Paz. This gave me some hope, but when I woke up…
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Losing the plot in Oruro
Once the taxi dropped me off in front of the first museum, named after Simon Patiño ‘The Tin Baron’ I walked in and was quickly ushered out again. It was closed and didn’t reopen again for another 3 and a half hours – an acceptable length of lunch break in Bolivia
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Sucre: Bolivia’s own Granada
Pre-order ‘Long Road to Nowhere: The Lost Years of Richard Trevithick (Part One)’ now, HERE. My refusal to catch a local bus will get me killed a some point, but I made my excuses as I hiked from one side of Potosi to the new terminal on the other carrying everything I own on my…
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Ciao Chile, Bolivia Beckons
Those luxury salon cama buses are long gone; I’d be lucky if the bus had windows now, let alone reclining seats.
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Taltal: on the road to nowhere
The towns got smaller, the accents got even more cryptic. Brand new 4x4s made way for rickety old pickups. I was in the campo now.
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Caldera: existential dread in the desert
If I wasn’t questioning my life choices before setting off from the hotel, I was now. I spared a thought for my friends back home in England, most of whom have actual jobs, relationships and even houses, and here I was stood at a petrol station at the edge of the desert, holding a dusty…
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Detour No. 1 continued: The Permanent Resident of Pucón
Pre-order ‘Long Road to Nowhere: The Lost Years of Richard Trevithick (Part One)’ now, HERE. I think I live here now. Looking back, I might have been born in Pucón and I’m certainly going to die here. I genuinely struggle to remember what I did before I arrived here. Why am I Chile? Wasn’t there…
JOEL GRIFFETT 