Every once in a while a person gets a bad feeling about a place, and is unable to explain why. Sometimes this turns out to be intuition, at others it remains a mystery as the feeling gets proven wrong over time. I felt this way about Michoacan (the state) and ...

Upon first glance, Guanajuato (the state) is not very impressive. The rolling hills are pleasant, but are not as breathtaking as other parts of Mexico. The food is good, but not exceptional and does not rank among the best in the country (though I had the best steak quesadilla ever ...

Part I: Getting There The climb to the 3rd highest peak in North America, began in Orizaba, Veracruz (1200m). The morning I was set to leave I went to rent an ice-axe to the only place for such equipment. It turns out they only rent at 2 day intervals, at ...

Part II: The Climb   5pm: Climbing Pico de Orizaba (Citlaltepetl) began at the workers hut at 3900m, from which it took me 6 hours to reach the Albergue hut (my high camp) at 4633. I can’t count the amount of times I stopped, removed my overweight pack and just ...

Rejected at God’s Door in Mexico City In the last 20 months of travel I have found myself without a place to go many times: sometimes in a city, sometimes in the country, sometimes in the rain, and usually at night. But every time I found myself in need, someone ...

  Mexico City is everything one would expect from one of the biggest and most populated cities in the world. No matter how much I love and long for nature, there  is an undeniable pulse, which only a big city has, toward which I am drawn – like a drug ...