Confessions of a Global Tinderella: Notes on Dating in Brazil

One could argue that after my most recent break-up I went a little bit off the rails. Not in a bad way, I don’t think; I didn’t isolate myself from all humanity to brood on a deserted island or go on an uncomfortably pointed social media rant rampage. Instead, I started window-shopping for guys. One night, in a burst of more-or-less justified anger over a boy who wouldn’t text me back, I downloaded the god-awful, notorious Tinder. more “Confessions of a Global Tinderella: Notes on Dating in Brazil”

41 Pics to Prove That Salar de Uyuni Is Ridiculously Photogenic

Happy Sunday, guys!

How you’ve been? I’ve been taking a few weeks downtime from the blog, and this is the result: new look, new logo, new hosting (which I’m frankly still trying to figure out – what the hell are all these tech words I didn’t even know existed?) but the same, good old content. How do you like the new design?

As you probably know (because I can’t stop spamming it all over my Insta feed), I travelled in Bolivia in July, and one of the highlights of the trips was, as expected, my 3-day Jeep safari to Salar de Uyuni and the national parks around it. more “41 Pics to Prove That Salar de Uyuni Is Ridiculously Photogenic”

Sunday postcard from… Oruro, Bolivia

Hello friend! I surely hope you’ve been better than me.

Oruro is a god-awful, no-good lousy town. I make up my mind as soon as I jump out of the bus and the poignant smell of piss and trash hit me, a cocktail so typical to third-world towns and bus stations but which I have so far successfully avoided in Bolivia. It’s close to midnight, my mouth hurts and I’m alone in a new city that looks like a suburb to a violent Wild West village. I stomp past a woman yelling for passengers to the bus to Cochabamba, my next destination, and I long to jump on it and leave behind the empty, dark streets of this useless town, but I’m in need of a nice sleep and a thorough toothbrushing session even more, so I trudge along. more “Sunday postcard from… Oruro, Bolivia”

Sunday postcard from… Machu Picchu, Peru


Hello friend, how are you?

This postcard is going to reach you late. (Just blame the South American postal service and hope that it doesn’t take as long as it took for that care package mum sent me from Finland – I can’t believe I waited five months for a bloody cheese slicer.) Actually, I’ll probably arrive home before this card does. I’ve been doing the maths, adding up numbers like a diligent little first-grader since that is about the level of maths that has been required in order to complete my calculations. Let me just catch you up to speed: more “Sunday postcard from… Machu Picchu, Peru”

Chasing the Devil in Potosí, Bolivia

The Dutch girl I met in Sucre shuddered when she remembered her mine tourmi in Potosí. ‘It’s definitely interesting’, she said, ‘but it won’t be fun.’ Seeing that the mines are at the altitude of 4,400 metres and underground, I can easily understand what might inspire such a statement. But here I am – ready to descend into the depths of the Earth with minimal idea of what’s to come. more “Chasing the Devil in Potosí, Bolivia”