Although the story I'm about to tell took place the same day as we left the finca, it really needs it's own separate space in order to accurately describe what transpired. Holy s***, my friends. Imagine your worst travel nightmare minus any sort of physical harm and you've summarized what happened to us. Where to begin... Remember that nice guy I mentioned in my last post that worked at the Bianchi bodega, Martin? Well on the night we had asado with him he offere...

Initially while Negar and I were planning our trip to South America we did a lot of research on volunteer opportunities, where in exchange for a few hours of work a day you would then provided with food and accommodation. We figured after a few months of traveling it might be nice to stay in one place for an extended period of time and be useful, and on top of that it would save us some money and allow us to travel a bit longer. We found Mendi Hill Estates, a sun...