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Inca

Lake Titicaca and the Sacred Inca Valley

  • by Adventurous Hermit
  • Posted on March 1, 2016February 2, 2019
  • Bolivia stories

Lake Titicaca is as magical as it sounds, perched up high in the Andes like a beautiful calm freshwater inland sea. It was sacred to the Incas as the birthplace of the world. It’s pretty […]

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Blessing at the bus stop
It’s ‘holy week’ here in Malta - a VERY catholic country. The usual church bells are replaced by a wooden instrument called the ċuqlajta that makes a strange constant clacking sound. It’s a custom from the Middle Ages and supposed to be a sad sound to do with Jesus having a very bad week. I find it kind of trance-inducing but it needs more bass.
Colourful luzzu (fishing boats) in Marsaxlokk harbour.
Waterworld!
The Rotunda church in Xewkija on Gozo. One of the largest domes in Europe - 75m high and weighs 45,000 tonnes. You can see it from almost everywhere on the island.
Darkness and light

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About me

I have always been a wanderer, a traveller, a seeker-of-adventures.

Growing up on a farm outside the small, pretty village of Urbenville at the edge of the Border Ranges, Northern Rivers NSW Australia, I spent my childhood poring over atlases and dreaming of faraway places.

When I finished school I worked for a few months, saved some money and set off travelling to Europe – and I never really stopped. The longest I stayed in one place between Urbenville and the age of 40 was 3 years.

Somehow, in the middle of life I got stuck. The longer I stayed still, the harder it was to move. I got so comfortable that I put down roots and turned into a hermit.

So, in the spirit of shaking things up, my partner JH and I are off on adventures outside the hermit-hole. This blog is about the journey.

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