‘Volunteering’, I used to think it had just one clear meaning. And originally I’d started this trip with a rule, not to pay for work, my moral compass was set. It seemed fair not to pay, especially when compared with my parent’s generation who often referred to my numerous volunteering spurts as acts of slavery. […]
Earlier today we walked across the Argentine border into the color-laden streets of Villazón, Bolivia. Moments later we were aboard a twelve seater minivan, all the while the main attraction of the Bolivian children bemused by our collective mix of ginger hair, strange accents and odd clothes. The mountains accompanied us all the way to […]
