Wos and Jules, always keeping up the laughs.
I met Wayra in Montanita, Ecuador, on new years eve at around four in the afternoon. Little did I know that our unplanned night together would turn out to be one of the most amazing experiences of my adventure. Studying pshycology, she tested my theories and ideas of life to the edge, creating a constant flow of amazing, thought provocative conversation. The two days we spent together seemed surreal, until I bumped into her again in Banos, to enjoy the last rays of light before she was shipped off down an uncharted amazonian river.
Skin head for life
A cafe with character. Casa Hood, my home away from home in Banos, Ecuador. With an amazing array of books to swap and buy, great coffee and an amazing waitress named Sarah, my rainy afternoons couldn´t of been spent better.
I met Fredericko on new years day. He was staying with my new friend Wayra at a hostel in Montanita. Fredericko can be classed as many things; thug, skin head sharp, latino, student, immigrant and above all an amazing person. He opened my eyes to the real world surrounding Bogata´s innermost dealings with the skin head life. A life of crime and justice for what we all know as the common skin head. However, the term SHARP which I wasn´t aware of, was explained to me in long detailed discussions. Skin Heads Against Social Predjudicm. This is, skin heads against racism, but to put it straight, skin heads against Nazis. This term to me was a new idea, a new concept and a completely different way of thinking. A lifestyle choice which in now way reflects my own.
Fredericko is one of the most passionate young men I have ever met. He is a student of medicine, as his goal in life is to help people. He took a pledge, a life pledge to help people in need, he just go´s about it in an uncommon way. He was pushed out of Bogata by violence and the fear for his family. He has been stabbed numerous times and been in countless fights, not one could even trace the amount of life experience this man has. He lives by the mantra Drink, Fuck and Fight. This is Fredericko.
My photography has taken a turn for the worst in the last couple of weeks with the malfunctioning of now both my Nikon fm2 and my Contax T3. The Contax is completely out of order, rendering my night time photography obsolete, and with my most recent find today, the Nikon has a nice little light leak flaying the edges of my photos. However, as you can see with the scan job of the above photo, the photographic studio that I brought the roll of film to, didn´t do the best of jobs. Im currently in the process of getting the above roll rescanned to really get down to the problem. In light of this, im currently in Popayan, Columbia, Having the time of my life. Four and a half months down of a seven month trip, I couldn´t be a happier person. In the next three months I will have traversed the whole west coast of South America, with forty rolls of film shot, I can only be blown away with what I have achieved.
The young, two year old boy above was hitching a ride with us down an Ecuadorian amazonian river. Four days in the jungle really makes you appreciate what luxuries one has in the normal running of life. Nearly six days without a proper shower or bed, Warrick, Jules and myself were more than happy to get back to civilization and enjoy a nice cold cerveza. Salut! If however the new scanning job comes back more positive than the last, I will be happily switching the photos.
Onlookers. So casual in such a busy situation.
The first time I touched snow was on the Chilean/ Argentinian border. A trip I was completely unprepared for. Sun in Mendoza turned into snow in Chile.
The Andes. One of the most amazing road trips of my life
Angelo you dirty man. I know exactly what your thinking.
Fair´s are the best excuse to gorge yourself on great food and amazing wine. Chile does all three of these very well.
I spent eight nights in Valparaiso. My fondest span of time in Chile. I was with six good friends in a hostel that was solely occuipied by us. We had breakfast served to us every morning at the hour of our choice and could party till seven in the morning with no complaints. The food and culture in Valpo was incredible, coupled by beautiful women and copious amounts of rum.
Katy is a fucking rockstar. She recently had her bag stolen in Lima with her passport, money and many things dear to her. My heart go´s out for all the pain this has and will cause her. I don´t think people understand the pain and time that comes from losing a passport overseas. The red tape is ridiculous, and sometimes it can take up to a month and a half to recieve it from your home country. Not to mention all the amazing stamps one can aquire from travelling. A persons passport tells a story, something that you can truly cherish for all your life.
This is the biggest dog I have ever seen. You can see the scale of size from the car in the background. He wasn´t a fan of me.
