In the run up to my three month trip around South America, I was – obviously – very excited. Not just to enjoy three whole months of pure freedom; not just to see and experience a part of the world I’d never stepped foot on before; not just to indulge in the company of my best friend for the longest period of time since we left high school, but also (and I say this fully aware of just how nerdy this sounds…) I was very excited to finally be able to dedicate all the time I wanted to writing and blogging that I wanted to. And I assumed that was going to be a lot.

  

As most bloggers who don’t actually get paid for the things they write about will know only too well, (aside from a handful of very jammy freebie trips and NICE discounts here and there!) dedicating time to the upkeep of a blog is a double edged sword. It’s a passion, clearly, and something that I truly love to throw myself into, but from time to time, it becomes somewhat of a chore. A dreaded chore. The dread normally comes after long days at work – of which is also writing – and even longer nights with friends. Returning home, sometimes the very last thing that I want to do is sit down and use my brain for, well, pretty much anything. Least of all writing. 

Then of course is everything that comes with writing a post. The edits, the pictures, the promotion (oh the curse of having three social media channels to try and make vaguely interesting every day)… Sometimes in the trenches of real life and real jobs, it all becomes a bit too much, and too easy to ignore. So, contrastingly, travel should enable you to be lifted out of the trenches of the 9-5, allowing you to be as free as a bird to write to your hearts content in a flurry of liberation. Right?

 

Well… As it seems to have transpired, no. No!? I hear the people stuck at home dreaming of travel exclaim. How could three months of traveling not give you the time to write every day!? Ha. It may sound lazy, stupid, even ungrateful to some, but travel is not a holiday in the most common sense of the word. Especially not in South America. Your days are not particularly filled with lazy days hanging by a pool and drinking cocktails (though I definitely won’t be saying no to this scenario when I head to Brazil in two weeks). Travel is hard work! It’s exhausting and exhilarating all at the same time, and you find yourself constantly busy. Busy meeting people, busy seeing things, busy being busy. Which leaves no time to indulge myself in writing the way that I was sure I would. 
  

Business combined with substandard wifi and a distinct lack of a keyboard, the blog has sadly been neglected over the past few weeks. And, like anything you neglect that you really shouldn’t be neglecting, this incurs a lot of guilty feelings. There’s nothing really to feel guilty about of course, and as a blogger new to blogging I met recently told me, there’s no reason to be a slave to your writing. But at the same time, I can’t help but let that little voice at the back of my head niggle away at my consciousness. 

So, what’s the point of this post? Surely I should have dedicated this time to telling the world about my trek to Machu Picchu, the food of Peru, the salt flats of Bolivia, or the beautiful beaches of Chile? Well, I guess this post is a kind of way of appeasing my guilty conscience in response to that annoying voice in the back of my head. It’s kind of also a justification for my absence (to justify this further, I had food poisoning and a broken heart, so whattteevvverrrr). Bah, whatever it is, it’s time to plunge myself back into writing. Cue a barrage of backdated adventures from Peru to Bolivia to Chile… Unless I can manage to ignore that little voice in the name of fun once again…

  
 

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