Each day was filled with a new kind of magic; sometimes it was brought by a thunderous plop of rain that had the potential to last all day, and other times it came on the wings of a toucan that swooped low against dazzling rays of sun. But it always came. Every morning we would wake up to run a lap of the farm before plunging off the balcony into a shimmeringly still sea. It was my favourite part of the day - you never new what kind of magic was to come. Some...

Hi everyone! So sorry that I have taken so long to post - I have been crazy busy, but I am now working on my next entries! I have actually changed my blog site so that I can now map my trip and post loads more pictures. I will post the link on my Facebook page (as it won't let me do it here), but it is called Latino Lassie and is a Polarsteps blog.

Parismina... a place that had truly stepped off the radar from the western world. A place where children played in the sandy puddles of the road; horses grazed on the football pitch and the barber cut his neighbours hair on the doorstep. It might have only been around 27 degrees but the humidity hovered at 71% and so every time you stepped outside one of their cool, wooden houses you would immediately be met by a clammy hand of heat on your shoulder. It was no wo...

Someone told me that the longest zipline in Latin America was in Costa Rica. I was going to Costa Rica... and there was no way I was going to let this pass me by! It was in Monteverde, home of the cloud forest: dripping, mossy vines that hung down from enormous spindly trees in an acerage so vast that from above all you could see was a ruffled, emerald blanket spread out over the rolling hills. Nothing else. A land of silent, green leaves beneath which a harm...

It wasn't on the tourist map. Infact, it wasn't really anywhere. Just a couple of houses and service stations strung out along the main road running through Guanacaste. She had told me to get off at 'Limonelle'. The bus driver had asked "Por qué Limonelle?". My answer... to be honest, I wasn't really sure. "Ma amigo..." was all I could think of to say. A random lady whom I had arranged to meet at a random cafe to help out at a random international horse race (ev...