STORIES – THE HAVEKOSTS

The Altitude is High, and So Am I

The ride here was cold but bearable. I cried a little—in a good way, in a joyful way—in an I-am-having-the-adventure-of-a-lifetime way. For miles to our left, the volcano Cotopaxi smiled through the clouds. Her snowy peaks peeking through as if to say, “yes, my love, this is where you’re meant to be.”

Back to the Bike, Back to the Blog

We vow to write more blogs on part two of this motorcycle adventure! We have gotten sidetracked and lured over to writing long captions on Instgram because of the instant feedback and dopamine release that it provides.

Colombia, My Heart

We are currently in Salento, Colombia. We visited Salento five years ago, when we bought tickets to Colombia on a whim. Returning to a city is comforting. The familiarness breeds a sense of belonging, which we often lose track of while being on the road.

Fear, Dare, and Build

t’s 8:05pm. I’m sitting in 26F, a window seat. Josh is in 27B, middle seat one row behind me. The clutter of people trying to change seats with other travelers on Wingo, the Ryan Air of Latin America, led us to decide it would be easier to sit apart for the short 1.5 hour flight from Panama City to Bogota.

Dang Diabetic Defalcator

Not a defecator, you guys. A defalcator. In a sad turn of events today, my phone was stolen from our hostel lobby. This morning Josh and I were planning to ride from Boquete, Panama, to Santiago. Around 10:30am, we finished up our coffee and bananas and decided we better pack up as check out was 11:00am.

Josh Rides Solo

A lot has happened since our latest blog post, which I think was written from Guatemala. Rachel flew out of Guatemala City to New York City and I (Josh here!) rode quickly through several countries. We reunited in San Jose Costa Rica after a week apart and we’re already in Panama!

Goodbye Guatemala

It’s 7:09am. I think it’s central time, but I’m flying from Guatemala to Miami, so who could really say. This morning, I woke up at 4:30am in Guatemala City with Josh. We put my bags in a taxi, and I said goodbye to him.

Bienvenidos a Central America

I’m sitting at a long, raw edge wood table. One designed for communal meals. Running along it’s center is a living garden. Plants grow out of it where centerpieces would be. Across the table, I can see Utopia Hostel’s bar.

Full Moon Ceremony

We are currently two of three guests at a vegan yoga retreat center just outside of Corozal, Belize. Last night, Nis, the Canadian owner of the retreat center, invited us to join her in a full moon ceremony.

Thanks Mexico, We’ll Be Coming Bacalar

Since we got here in the dark, we didn’t see the lake until this morning. It is a stunning combination of blues depending on the depth and our hotel was right on the water. We are going to spend a few days here getting our things in order and making sure we are ready to cross the border into Belize. This will be our final Mexican city, and let me tell you it is a spectacular way to wrap up a country.