After reaching 25, I’ve decided to have a crisis. I’m not sure exactly where I’m up to in my life to determine which fraction best describes this crisis, but one would hope it sits somewhere between a third and a quarter.

My crisis consists of leaving the country, my job and all other neighbouring things for an adventure, part volunteering, part travel, part poetry writing – all in and around Central and South America. Here are some pictures of me in other places to prove I am capable of such things.