To Voyage Without Fear
On Saturday, Zach, Christine, and I were picked up at 8:30am sharp for our trip to an Emberá Village in the Chagres National Forest. The Emberá are one of the three main indigenous tribes of Panama, along with the Guna and Ngöbe-Buglé. We had booked the tour directly through the village, which meant that... Continue Reading →
It was Friday - the day I would see two oceans in one morning by way of the Panama Canal Railway. Zach and I woke up early and hopped on the metro. A metro train in Panama CityThe metro in Panama City leaves me with very mixed feelings. The first and only line was completed... Continue Reading →
I think one of the most remarkable things about flying into Panama City is seeing all the ships out in the harbor waiting to cross through the Panama Canal. Yes, the skyscrapers are incredible with their unique architectural designs, dizzying heights, and sheer numbers. Yes, you saw the Atlantic a heartbeat ago but now... Continue Reading →
Welcome to Sans Peur! Here I will be recording my many journeys across the globe. Sans Peur is French for "without fear". I truly believe that the best way to see the world is without hesitation, diving into the unknown, and learning as much as you possibly can. I waited a number of years to... Continue Reading →
I was already drifting off as the tour bus pulled away from the hostel, my head bouncing against the cold window. I was arguably insane for attempting to see the Northern Lights that night - the last 36 hours had included flying across the ocean, a walking tour of the city, riding across lava fields... Continue Reading →
Tuesday morning - my final hours in Martinique. I packed up my one bag and said goodbye to the little flat and cat. I drove north a bit to the Jardin de Balata, the national botanical gardens. I figured it was an easy visit for my last morning. I made it there after some harrowing... Continue Reading →
On Monday morning, I decided I was brave enough to go on a hike listed in my new Martinique hiking book. I entered what I believed to be the address in my phone and set out. Soon enough I was out of the city and on the winding forest roads of the pitons, getting farther... Continue Reading →
I woke up on Sunday morning to the sound of church choirs singing. There are a great number of church-going folk in Martinique, and as I had my breakfast on the front steps with Cali the cat, I could hear their hymns echoing up the valley. Sunday was my day in Trois Îslets, a piece... Continue Reading →
On the morning of April 1, 2017, I made coffee in the kitchen area of the room using the Nescafe I’d purchased the night before. I put together a meat and cheese sandwich and went out to sit on the front steps to eat breakfast looking out across the bay. Cali, Sara and Yanis’ cat,... Continue Reading →
Friday was my day in Fort-de-France, as well as the day of my Karambole tasting tour. I woke up on the early side of 6am and threw open my door, excited to see Martinique in daylight. I was not disappointed. The view from my doorway looked down onto the bay of Fort-de-France; I was... Continue Reading →
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