NORBEY "KANELO" GIL MOSQUERA
ICON OF OLD SCHOOL SALSA CALEÑA
DREAMS TRUE IN ONE YEAR
HOW ZOLUART BECAME AN ILLUSTRATOR
LADIES STYLING AND SHOW SALSA
DANCE PRODIGY MIGUEL FERREROSSA
When speaking about intercultural communication, it’s often repeated by scholars in the field that it’s impossible to examine other cultures and their relations, without first taking a closer look at your own inherited culture and its influence on how we perceive the world. We are part of our culture and thus tend to act and expect others to act in a way that we have learned as “normal”.
Believe it or not, I’m not the first Finnish female to cycle alone through Latin America in the discovery of local cultures. It has been done before me, but the crazy thing is that the last and only time a Finnish woman did it was nearly 60 years ago. Imagine, as if the whole journey wasn’t already full of challenges these days, Helinä Rautavaara did it in times before asphalt roads, mobile phones or waterproof Ortlieb panniers.
If there’s one word that can really confuse you in Latin America, it’s la onda. Just try to look for a direct equivalent for it in any other language or ask locals to translate it for you and you’ll just end up even more confused. Although your English dictionary will tell you it’s a ripple, a wave or a waveform, that won’t get you far. Why? Because in every expression in which la onda is applied, its translation is slightly different.
Making new friends as an adult can often times be even more difficult than finding a partner (provided you’re looking for one). For “romantic” purposes there’s Tinder, online dating sites, bars and whatnot, but how about a database for likeminded people? Where is it that you meet potential friends (when not rock climbing…)?
A fundamental skill on a journey like the one I’m on here in South America, is mastering the art of leaving (which is very similar to the Buddhist art of letting go). When on the road, you continuously have to say goodbye to friends and places which you might never return to see again, no matter how much you’d want to. Of course, on a self proclaimed journey, no one’s really forcing you to move on, but if that’s what you really want deep inside, then you just have to be able to let go.
In probably about 80% of travel blogs in this world there’s that article called “How I quit my job to travel” or “How to travel for the rest of your life”. And even though they’re usually more or less repetitive (“I sold everything I had” or “I just bought a one-way ticket”), I still always click on them out of curiosity. However, that’s not what this article is about. Because, I did not quit my job to travel.
Co-founder, owner and blogger for Seikkailijattaret, a Finnish online travel magazine for females.
I’m currently cycling through Latin America, from Argentina to Mexico. The yellow dots are the planned route. I started the journey in Tierra del Fuego, and after cycling through Argentina, Chile, Uruguay, Brazil, Paraguay and Ecuador (and bits of Peru), I’m now dancing salsa in Cali, Colombia.