Chasing adventures in South America

I had no idea what to expect of South America. I’d be exploring it solo as a nineteen year old girl would. I discovered a whole new dimension of happiness and freedom. I’ve met amazing travellers and locals in breathtaking environments. Despite a rough start, where my flight and baggage was delayed, I suffered form altitude sickness, and the rest of my things stolen in broad daylight, I would come to love it all.
As I began my travels in Colombia, I rafted in Sal Gil, went on the Lost City trek, slept in a hammock on the Playa Blanca beach, outside of Cartagena. I worked as a bartender in Medellin, before I discovered true harmony among the green hills of the Zona Cafeteria. I lived on a beautifully situated coffee farm, working a few hours a day and eating fruits straight from the tree. With some friends, I hiked up past the tall wax palmtrees of Valle de Cocora, to the Los Nevados, for trekking. We tried milking a cow, and spent four nights in fincas at 3600 moh, that didn’t have electricity. I returned to Medellin and couchsurfed with a local family for three weeks while doing some voluntary work and teaching myself spanish. I also got snatched up by a modelling agency during, those three weeks.
It was then time to head south. I had already met a guy travelling from Canada to Ushuaia, that had invited me to go on the back of his motorcycle. So instead of getting on a bus, I took the travelling to a new level. We would soon meet a couple selling their bikes, and I fell in love. I fell in love with a Honda 250 XR Tornado. I bought it, though I only had scooter experience from Bali. He tought me about bikes, as I knew nothing. I would come to enjoy it more and more, as I gained experience. - The feel of a good turn, the magnificient nature and the experience itself, though it comes with quite an amount of challenges. We met a family travelling by bikes from Canada, and rode with them into Ecuador, where I sat off alone from Quito. The landscape shifts so quickly, and riding there is never boring. My favorite place there was Vilcabamba, where I stayed at the delightful Izchayluma, where they have a reputational breakfast buffet, an amazing view of the treks around, and an atmosphere of bliss that’s contagious for all visitors. We all decided to meet up in the beach town in Peru, called Mancora, where we spent a few great days, surfing, doing yoga and devouring some good seafood, at last. I continued through the solitary deserts of northern Peru, and visited some charming, untouristy places, before surviving the crazy traffic in Lima. My route goes through Bolivia to Buenos Aires. I’ve now got three more months, before flying home to Norway, stopping in New York to visit some of the many new friends I've made.