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Colombia under a cloud of Zika: Tayrona to Minca

Our departure from Baranquilla was delayed by a few days. John got hit with some strange flu bug. Or what we thought was some strange flu...

Gazing out of the plane's window on our descent into Bogotá, I saw the high mountain peaks of the Andes. I could see tiny ribbons of road...

Gratitude. My attitude about gratitude is different now. It’s for different things and in different degrees of magnitude. I used to think...

The only break in the 29,000-mile stretch of road known as the Pan-American Highway is the 100-mile section of impassible jungle between...

We entered into Panama without even realizing we had crossed the imaginary line between the two countries. The night before we camped at...

By the time we got to the Osa Peninsula, jutting off the Pacific Coast just above Panama, we have crisscrossed the entire expanse of this...

Cool mountain air. Cool camping. The coolest bird. The air doesn't feel like air anymore. It feels like a hot, damp, wool sweater we put...

John has a friend, Sam, who owns a home down here on the central coast of Costa Rica, close to Uvita. Before we left the States we had...

We thought San Jose would be a good spot to get a few things done to the truck. It’s a big city with all the global businesses and...

Costa Rica is said to be a great country for adrenaline junkies. We’ve had a few adrenaline rushes since we got to Costa Rica, and not...