Hernandez Jose

Please welcome the man who took me of the streets and give me a home!
His name is Hernandez & he is a lawyer in the small city of Chinchina!
He loves cyclotourism and has a golden heart!
After he give me a lift from Pereira to Chinchina, he hand me his business card and told me to get in contact with him if I needed a place to stay;
-and I did after 4 hours in rain and no lift to Medellin
First interview in Spanish, so have mercy !

Angela Filipescu

Please say hello to Angela Filipescu, the 2nd Romanian-Italian backpacker that I’ve met ,just after Anca left the hostel in Filandia. * Angela has a Romanian heart, Italian style, Canadian altruism and Colombian soul!

Chris Chalk

Pleased to meet Chris, a “smart mochilero”, who has been traveling for 4 years now. He’s from England – looks healthy, and his traveling experiences made him what he is today – a modern nomad that understands life differently to most of us.
Do not forget to visit his facebook page & instagram profile Lost Footprints !
May you have travel in your hearts and peace in your souls !
#Cancun #Travelism #lostfootprints #traveling #Christmas #happydays

Francisco Javier

Episode 5. Adepts of Travelism

Please meet Francisco Javier and his photography page Fotografia callejera de un mochilero.
Francisco is a true mochilero *backpacker* with a lot of experience in travelling. He loves photography, chess and he likes to read when he finds free time !
Being more than 1 year on the road, Fran tells us about his view on life and travel and why it is important to leave your comfort zone!

Happy birthday Romania !

#Travelism #fotografiacallejeradeunmochilero #filandia #comfortzone #Colombia #travel

Locals, Medellin

After the filming of this interview I got very sick from the Aguardiente and passed out on the streets of Medellin. I asked a police to walk with me to the taxi and he just didn’t give a fuck. He took me on the side of the street and just left me there. The house was 1 km away. Thanks to Camila and her family for taking care of me!
This interview is about the local people, it’s about their culture and their traditions. Sancocho is out of this world and looks like a “ciorba from Romania”
This was the 4th annual festival dedicated to this dish and to all Antioqian Colombian out there!
#Medellin #sancocho #Travelism #aguardiente #drunkatjob #SancochoFestival #Antioquia


Panorámica de la Mano del Desierto
Panorámica de la Mano del Desierto

Looking back at Chile it seems to me that I did what everybody else would have done. I fucking partied, but not like party, big time party! Met a lot of new brothers and sisters and I even met the daughter of a famous Chilean writer.


The day by day routine was wine. And street food. But mostly wine. The wine from Chile is all over South America and it is one of the best. It is affordable. I paid 1600 Chilean pesos for 1.5l. That’s like 2$. Bellavista *district in Santiago* was the occasional stop every 4 nights or so. All the big action was in the hostel. La Casa Roja. Red because it was so full of life! Every night chillaxing with Jote – wine ¾ & coke¼. In Spain they call it Kalimotxo.

I couldn’t afford to stay longer than 3 weeks and so I started to travel. I had no idea where I was going, but I knew I was a rookie traveler because I had too much luggage.2 bags.


Terminal. Checking the prices for buses and choosing. Calama City is the best offer. I’ve always wanted to go to Atacama Desert. I don’t know, it’s been like a calling. I can go as far as to say that in my dreams, aliens asked me to go there and that’s how I came up with this idea of Travelism. Maybe I was supposed to find a sign or something. And the sign came! From the driest desert in the world it became the wettest dessert in the world, so wet that San Pedro de Atacama had floods.


But no matter what, Atacama Desert it is out of this World. I do not have pictures from Atacama, just memories. 24 hours by buss, and no battery on camera. In the night but mostly in the daylight. You know the pictures from Martian Rover? That’s Atacama. Imagine this:

you fall deep asleep then suddenly twitch after someone tries to wake you up. You open your eyes and there you are… in the first row on the 2nd floor in a bus. A bus that is going on a road, in the middle of fucking nowhere and as you look out the window all you can see is this huge hand emerging from the desert.

Have a good night people, and don’t forget:

May you have travel in your hearts and peace in your souls!