Author: Petrina Thong
Occasionally referred to as a hobo, Petrina happily sleeps on cardboard boxes at petrol stations, digs through bins for food, and can go without showering for days, when necessary. She has terrible sense of direction but believes that getting lost can be pretty fun too.

Letters From Latin America: Pachijal Forest, Ecuador
My previous host, Tanya, told me about this riverside paradise in Quito, Ecuador, owned by her parents-in-law and said if I wanted to camp there, she could hook me up. I thought, why not? In my mind, I was about to head to a magical mountain land in an area called Pachijal Forest.
Letters From Latin America: COVID-19 Quarantine In A Colombian Jungle
Even when COVID-19 started making headlines, I didn’t take it too seriously. Until it reached the city I was in. And as with every unexpected major change in life, I went through several phases before coming to terms with accepting that this pandemic was really happening.
Letters From Latin America: Baños, Ecuador
I’m here in Baños, Ecuador and I’ve only heard rave reviews about it and its outdoorsy stuff. The thing about these sort of activities – it’s more fun in a group. Now I’m back on my own, and I can’t exactly do white-water rafting by myself.
Letters From Latin America: Montanita, Ecuador
I’ve been volunteering at the same place, Hostel Esperanto, for over a month. Purposely so because I wanted to be in a familiar place with familiar faces over Christmas and New Years.
Letters From Latin America: Guayaquil, Ecuador
"There’s really not that much to do in Guayaquil. I probably would’ve been a bit bored being here by myself for a week. It’s the most populous city in Ecuador, but travellers usually only come here as a pit stop before flying to the Galapagos Islands or taking a long bus ride".
Letters From Latin America: Cusco, Peru (Part 2)
Cusco has grown into familiar territory. I wander the streets without checking my maps for directions, wave hello to storekeepers I pass by every day, and bump into friendly faces pretty much every time I go out.
Letters From Latin America: Cusco, Peru
If you ever come to Cusco, Peru, don't make the same mistakes I made.
Letters From Latin America: Riberalta, Bolivia
The worst is always when I enter the cabin only to have my heart stop for a second because I see a tarantula chilling on the wall somewhere or on the clothes that I hung up.
Letters From Latin America: La Paz, Bolivia
I think it’s official. I’m allergic to water. Me, who drinks water from the taps in India and doesn’t get diarrhoea. Now, my body swells up when I touch the water in Madidi. I wash my hands and they start to itch like mad. I'm ready to head for La Paz.
Letters From Latin America: Madidi National Park, Bolivia
Did you know that, instead of trains, the metro system in La Paz is cable cars? So cute. Naturally, I got lost. The people have been really helpful too in taking their time to explain what is where.
Letters From Latin America: Valparaíso, Chile
While we were still in Elqui Valley, unsure about what to do or where to go next, Rodrigo, mentioned he was going to drop by a beach somewhere on the way back to Santiago. So we (just barely) bundled ourselves into a small sedan and off we went.
Letters From Latin America: Elqui Valley, Chile
Judging by how my days in the Elqui Valley started, I would never have guessed it would be ending on such a good note. I was here to catch the total solar eclipse. This was the best place to see it.
Letters From Latin America: Puerto Octay, Chile
It appears that I feel none the wiser when faced with a precarious situation. I asked myself how I would handle things differently based on past experiences. Would I be wiser this time around?
Letters From Latin America: Confluencia, Argentina (Part 2)
The days pass really slowly. We wake up much later now and it’s much too cold to get any work done outside before noon. I guess when there’s no reason to rush about, time chills out with you too.
Letters From Latin America: Confluencia, Argentina (Part 1)
It’s only my fourth day on this middle of nowhere land with no electricity and no phone signal (not that I have data anyway), and I’ve already been left to my own means. No one else is here.
Letters From Latin America: San Martin, Argentina
After a 26-hour bus ride from Córdoba, I arrived at the tail end of the Easter holidays, to a fully booked guesthouse. That was the first and last I saw of guests.
Letters From Latin America: Cordoba, Argentina
It all started with my brilliant plan to come to Córdoba, Argentina. I got so pumped thinking about being in civilisation but when it came time to start my 1,220+ kilometre hitchhiking journey, I panicked.
Letters From Latin America: Punta Del Diablo, Uruguay
I took up a month-long Workaway job at a hostel in Punta del Diablo, a tiny fishing village that got touristy after getting a shoutout on the Lonely Planet. I only ventured out once and I went by foot.
Letters From Latin America: Valizas, Uruguay
You’d think I’d have gotten used to trading my comforts for the unknown...
5 Amazing Firsts While Hitchhiking From Sweden To Malaysia
Petrina Thong shares a few experiences which left her feeling amazed and grateful during her cross-continent hitchhiking adventure.
The Unforgettable Truckers I Met Hitchhiking From Poland To Malaysia
After hithchiking from Poland to Malaysia, Petrina Thong shares her most memorable encounters with truckers.




















