Having had the pleasure of numerous backpacking escapades pre-kids I have plenty of 'was I ever really there?' photos to choose from that are indeed 'Picture Postcard Perfect'.
So I decided to use the very first one that came to mind.
This picture was taken in La Paz, Mexico in 1995. Myself and a friend had stopped for a couple of nights in the town and over evening beers we were offered a trip out the next day to 'the best beach in Mexico' by a fat sweaty Mexican.
Naturally we agreed.
The next day with sore heads and parched mouths we climbed into his pick-up and as we bounced down unending dusty roads with not another soul on them we looked at each other and realised that maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all.
But Jose was true to his word and the journey from hell ended in paradise.
|La Paz, Baja California, Mexico. No filter.|
The sand was so white it hurt your eyes to look at it. The sea sparkled with dancing sun beams and yellow butterflies fluttered by us as we lay in the shallows watching multi-coloured fish swim around our brown bodies.
It was a perfect day in a perfect place and if I could I'd send myself a postcard everyday to remind myself that yes, I really was there once.