In April 2022, we spent several weeks on Skopelos, one of the islands of the Northern Sporades. We rolled up our sleeves to keep the island’s ancient kalderimi clear. In between work, we discovered that Skopelos is an excellent destination for hiking.
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On these Greek islands, life is so laid-back that people forget to die
Everyone knows Kos, Corfu, Crete or Santorini, but Greece has more than 200 inhabited islands. And they all have something to offer. We visited Skopelos and Ikaria – lesser known but far from unloved scions of the Greek archipelago. Where the rule is: Long live the long life!
Continue Reading →The ultimate guide to Workaway: house and board in exchange for a few hours of work
Ten years ago, at 23, I wanted to travel fast, cover lots of ground and tick boxes. Go and never stop until I got there. The older I become, the slower I want to travel. As a travelling couple, we like to linger in one place for a bit longer, soak up the local atmosphere, get to know the environment, the people. Embark on some hikes, get some writing done. But travelling is expensive, at least that’s the common idea. That’s where Workaway comes into the picture. Workaway is the perfect way for cheapskates to travel long-term.
Continue Reading →Workaway at Finca Ixobel: how we became carpenters in Guatemala
We dab through the mud under a starry night when our treehouse comes into sight. Soon, we can fall down onto our bed. And soon, we will enjoy the relaxing evening cabin life at Finca Ixobel. Soon, yes, but not quite yet. Because all of a sudden, Anete says: “Damn, we forgot to fill our water bottles.”
Thus, we have to postpone our repose for half an hour and hike back to the main building in search of the necessary hydration. It is our reality at Finco Ixobel, as ours is the furthest tree house of the lot. Mundo Perdido, quite literally the lost world. Continue Reading →
Boat sitting on Lake Izabal: Notes from the Water
“The captain is out to lunch and the sailors have taken over the ship.” (Charles Bukowski)
Day 1 of boat sitting: Tom
It sounded too good to be true. In the mornings, we’d be scrubbing decks for two hours and in the afternoons, we’d sail and explore the area. Hiking trails, caves, waterfalls, the possibilities were limitless. Oo, the wonders of WorkAway, the website we’ve been using to find accommodation in exchange for a couple of hours of honest work. And so we embarked on not one, but two boats, both belonging to Daeli, a French adventurer with a beard so scruffy and long it was probably eagerly eyed by birds with nest-making ambitions far and wide. Continue Reading →