South America Bound: We’re Hitting the Road, For Good
Excuse my absence over the past few months, Rory and I have uprooted our lives from our first world, metropolitan digs to a coastal Ecuadorian fishing village and its suffice to say it’s been hectic.
I can safely say my hoarding days are over after selectively stowing away as many possessions as could fit into four storage bins, which now reside in my parents’ basement. Apart from our snowboarding gear sitting at a friends’ in Whistler, the rest is sold, donated or laying in a landfill and my mind has never felt so clear. While I carry a hefty amount of gear in my backpack, it’s all I need to carry out my day-to-day life while working and wandering around the world.
Our decision to leave Vancouver came easy, as Rory’s working visa expired and we’d both been dreaming of hitting the road again for some time. We didn’t initially plan on leaving so soon but with Canadian permanent residency proving to be a long, complicated process and our wanderous ways tempting us so, we weren’t ready to commit to one country, let alone one continent.
Being a young, international couple, we struggle to identify with one place as home. Apart from our families living on opposite sides of the ‘pond’, whom we try to visit though not often enough, we have no ties to anywhere in particular. We’re paving our own path, but are grateful to have each other and share our love of travelling. You don’t often find a partner who shares the same crazy ideals and willingness to let everything go in favour of freedom and the open road.
It’s a scary prospect, but one we’ve embraced.
So, with little savings and a small but growing web business, we packed our bags with no plans to return. Two and a half years in the making, the dream we dreamt while hammocking one stormy afternoon in Vietnam has finally come to fruition. We are nomadic, homeless, and happier than we’ve been in a very long time.
It didn’t happen overnight, we floundered and fought and veered off course more than I’d like to admit, but nonetheless here we are — and I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.
Our immediate plans involve settling into a simple, seaside cycle of sleeping, surfing, Spanish-speaking and seafood feasts, while working to sustain our newfound lifestyle.
After hours and hours of research, Ecuador met all of our criteria to do just that. With word-class waves, renowned Spanish schools, friendly folk and access to modern amenities, we can relax, work and live really, really cheaply.
Apart from our destination and short-term goals, we have no concrete clue of where the future will take us. We’re doing it differently this time around; rather than running from one backpacker hot spot to another, we’re moving slowly and immersing ourselves fully in an attempt to thoroughly get to know the places we go.
We’re open to all possibilities, and not being tied to one itinerary or another means more freedom to jump when we want to jump, or stay when we want to stay. No constant packing and unpacking, long, bumpy bus journeys, or timetable crunching — we have all the time in the world and intend on using it.
I am excited and curious to see where our journey will take us and to document the ups, downs, discoveries and observations as we try to make a living for ourselves in a weird and wonderful way. After devastatingly losing seven months worth of travel photos in the past, and not wanting to carry multiple journals, a digital diary is the perfect solution. Our own little corner of the internet to share how we live and look back on it later.
Don’t expect your typical tourism talk around here, because that’s not what I’m about. In fact, I hate tours and will join them only when absolutely necessary, because sometimes there is no other way. If you want insight and inspiration on living a lifestyle full of travel and adventure, this is the place. So journey with us into our great unknown and in return I will give my honest opinion, real-world advice, authentic adventures, and let you laugh as I stumble along the way (which is often). And hey — if you’ve ever been to Ecuador, spill! I’m all ears…