6 plane flights, 3 bus rides, several hours of waiting time in between each, a steep hike up a hill, and I’m back in Ouro Preto, Brasil again!
For some reason when I’m in South America, I feel the “Visionary Troubadour” vibe much stronger… I had 10 great weeks in Australia, gifted to me, and I am so grateful… and I’m on the road again.
Last night I clipped from a New Zealand newspaper on the plane last night, and then found it online today: How to Travel The World For Free (A German Guy’s story from Germany to the US and through South America).
I found his comments about receiving help in South America vs the US very insightful:
In South America, he’d just go up to people’s homes and knock on their door and ask if he could stay the night. Naturally, they happily accommodated him. In the US, people wanted to hear his “story,” and when they did it was easier for them to help him.
What I hear in that is that in the US, we need to know that there’s a reason someone is “bumming around.” He needs to have a story to excuse him from the American story of hard work and earning a living. But in South America, there’s no need to explain, because the culture is more understanding that everyone helps each other.
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