6 Travel Tips for Longterm Trips
I’m in the air, en route to my hometown of Arnold, California. Fresh off five months of travel, I bring to you six suggestions for your next long trip, from pre-departure planning to lingering just long enough.
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I’m in the air, en route to my hometown of Arnold, California. Fresh off five months of travel, I bring to you six suggestions for your next long trip, from pre-departure planning to lingering just long enough.
On my way out of Cuenca, a university student surveyed me on my tourism experience. What did I like best about the city? Its colonial architecture. How were my accommodations, rated from zero to five, 5 being highly recommended? 5. The food? 5. The shopping? 5 — with $0 left in my pocket.
The top of the hill was in sight. We’d already climbed one seaside peak, ungracefully slipping up the sandy trail, and we were rounding the second one when we saw the old hotel complex. I called out. “¿Hola, hay alguien por acá?” Is anyone there? From one of the cabins wandered a man, compact and spry, gray bristles written across his chest and arms. He smiled.
There’s something about Ayampe. Some say it’s an energy portal. Others say it traps you. As I see it, this Ecuadorian beach village gives out an open invitation. It welcomes you to relax, reflect and, yeah OK, stay a lot longer than you reckoned for.
With cerulean flippers and electric eyes, the male blue-footed booby waddles around in a mating dance, gradually approaching his desired mate. The female evaluates him. If she approves his health (noted primarily in the vibrancy of his feet), she knocks noses with him. And with that gesture, it’s settled. They’re an item — at least for now.
Ayampe — built almost entirely of bamboo and straw — rests only eight hours by bus from the capital city of Quito, Ecuador. But it’s a world away in lifestyle. In this beach town, you wake up with the sun, work and relax and live outdoors. You order a coconut from an old man and watch his eight-year-old grandson chop it open with a machete. You eat ceviche for $3 while hearing the ocean roar. And you spend your afternoons in a hammock, awaiting sunset.
There was one early indication that we’d arrived to the jungle: Above the power lines in Tena wandered a host of monkeys.
I’d like to introduce you to MUTA: a cross-disciplinary, multinational collective seeking to create a sense of place. Let’s unpack that.
As I see it, “Porteñísima” should be translated as powerhouse. It’s a Buenos Aires-based Spanish school, founded and led by two women who love one thing: language.
The best time of day at Tierra de Aprendices is just past seven in the evening. The sun is lazily stretching its rays one last time before settling behind the hill. Everyone is quiet, solitary, tending to the day’s final tasks. Ros waters the plants. Pancho chops firewood for the night’s bonfire. Ben plants the seed of a plum he ate after lunch, musing that in 10 years he can return to see a tree enormous with fruit. I slice potatoes and veggies to blend into a spicy dipping sauce. We’ll eat it later with bread for once, a light …