The trip that probably changed the course of my life to travel is probably when I traveled to Bolivia at 17. I signed up with an adventure travel company, Where There Be Dragons, and off I went with a dozen other teenagers to South America.
This trip was certainly more adventurous than any other I have done since. In Bolivia we hiked through the Andes for weeks at a time reaching peeks of more than 16,000 feet. We stayed in villages with limited electricity and running water. I seriously shared a rock bed with straw underneath a straw roof with hanging corn. I bathed every few days in a bucket of freezing cold water. I herded sheep at ate a bland grain for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Of course I stuck some Mike & Ike’s into each meal since I smuggled them all the way from Miami.
I picked out one photo that really sums of this trip. During our 5th day into a two week long trek we arrived at a very long river. The only way around was to walk far out of the way. Our group, including three leaders stopped, thinking about what to do.
I can be pretty lazy so i’m not going to pretend I did this for the adventure but because I really did not want to make this trek any longer than it had to be. So I suggested we jump across and before anyone could really argue with me I jumped.