Category: Bolivia

I’ll go anywhere for food…(not prison).

The best thing about travelling has been seeing what everyone else eats, what do people queue for or reserve or slaves over the hob for? If they are doing all those things it means it’s good, possibly amazing. From tiny snails at a Taiwanese night market to the biggest steaks you could lay your eyes on in Argentina, I’ve been there to try it… more than once.

Bolivian Madness on The Death Road…

I stopped the 4.45AM (!!!) alarm before it even managed to sound. My eyes ached with tiredness, I hadn’t slept well at all, Yawn, argh, bleh it was time for The Death Road…

42 – 33 Days… Suspicious Balls

It’s 9.30pm at night, it’s pitch black and cold. I’m on a night bus going from Tucuman to Mendoza in Argentina. I’ve already been on the bus for five hours. Everybody around me is sleeping, or trying to sleep. I can hear a couple of snores coming from somewhere so there’s definitely one successful passenger. I’m really jealous of the snoring passenger, I wish I could fall asleep.

56 – 51 Days… Where did all the change go?

Recently I was in a South American supermarket, a Bolivian supermarket in the city of Sucre to be more precise, waiting for my change. You’re probably thinking this seems normal enough and incredibly straight forward. You wait a millisecond for your change, the man/woman behind the till hands it over and BOOM you’re out the door with your shopping. Well, this is not the case in South America. As I was waiting patiently for my 3 Bolivianos change (that’s pretty much zero pence by the way) the man/woman behind the till started looking at me strangely and I thought uhoh here we go again.

68 – 66 Days… An Ocean Not a Lake

The most gorgeous, glistening blue you could ever imagine going on endlessly for miles and miles. I knew it was huge but I really didn’t think it would look so enormous. You can only ever see land on one or two sides of it, there’s always a part that just keeps on going. I’d love to fly over it; I reckon that’s the only way you could really get a grasp of its full size. However here are a few facts (collected from the numerous tourist leaflets I was handed whilst at the lake) to help you try and imagine the enormity of it…

78 – 69 Days… Chocolate Heaven

♦  ◊  ◊   78 – 69 Days Remaining…

Delicious, delightful, heavenly, enchanting, breathtaking, tasty, scrumptious, delectable, yummy, luscious…

Just some of the words that ran through my head whilst I ate THE BEST CHOCOLATE CAKE EVER!

It was a surprising experience. I’m in a Bolivian city called Santa Cruz. There’s not a great amount to see and do here but the weather is really warm and there is a bustling plaza to people watch from. I haven’t had the best time food wise in Bolivia. It’s all been pretty boring, lots of soup and rice, nothing to write home about. Actually it got to a point on one night in Santa Cruz that my boyfriend and I ended up having breakfast for dinner because we just couldn’t find anything decent to eat. Anyway we were wandering the streets…

82-79 Days… Border Crossings, a Brick Wall?

Recently my mum asked me a few questions about crossing land borders, as I’m up to my fourth border crossing on this South American tour. What happens? Is it safe? How do you do it? Is there anything separating one country from the next like a brick wall????

84, 83 Days…A Definite PuNO!

Puno is Peru’s closest city to the legendary Lake Titicaca; in fact it’s right next to the lake. I’d heard that Puno wasn’t really anything special and not the place you want to lay your eyes on Lake Titicaca for the first time. However after travelling five hours on a late afternoon bus from Arequipa I decided to stay in Puno to decide for myself. What a mistake!