So there I was, in the midst of the Peruvian jungle, staring in awe at the ancient Inca city of Macchu Picchu, one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. I had already seen so many pictures of it in advertisements and so I was worried that finally seeing it in person would be "underwhelming." While that turned out to be true at first, that feeling only lasted a few seconds and then my eyes began to lit up, my face twisted in an expression of amazement. So there I was, at Macchu Picchu, but how did I [View Full Entry]

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*I am actually writing this entry from home. I got home safely last week, so at least I made it back in one piece! I'm a bit behind on my entries, so after this entry expect two more. Thanks for reading.* Even though I didn't want to leave Cordoba, the journey had to continue. Next up, Mendoza. Mendoza is the heart of wine country in Argentina and also home of the magnificient Andes mountains. It being the week before Easter (yes, this was awhile ago already) I almost didn't find a hostel but I lucked out in the end. Mendoza [View Full Entry]

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After the natural wonder that is Iguazu Falls, it was time to head further south to 3 of the major cities in Argentina: Cordoba, Mendoza and Buenos Aires. First up, Cordoba. The direct bus from Puerto Iguazu to Cordoba was supposed to take a mere 21 hours but it ended up taking 25. Go figure. At least we had 6 (yes, 6!) movies to keep us somewhat sane the whole time. The bus was pretty empty, but the two other gringos on the bus and I found a hostel together when we got to Cordoba. I´m no expert, but Tango [View Full Entry]

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From Tucuman I headed to Iguazu Falls via Posadas and San Ignacio. The bus from Tucuman to Posadas was a measly 17 hours, yet surprisingly comfortable. As we got close to Posadas I started chatting with an Argentinean woman (random chatting happens a lot here) and she told me that Posadas was not too hot, not too cold, but that Iguazu was pretty bad. "OK, I thought." When I stepped off the bus in Posadas I thought I was going to melt. It was so incredibly hot and humid that there was nothing you could do. I only wanted to [View Full Entry]

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*Sorry, it's a long one* From Tarija, I wanted to cross into Argentina, which meant taking a bus to the nondescript border town of Villazon. Nothing against the town or anything, but the only reason to go there is if you're going to or coming from Argentina. I got to the border a little after 9AM, and after waiting a half hour to get my Bolivian exit stamp, I got in line to get my entry stamp for Argentina at about 10AM. I thought it would be a breeze, but one hour quickly became three, and three became six. By [View Full Entry]

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*Traveling has been hectic. All this actually happened 2-3 weeks ago, but enjoy nonetheless. This was another one of those entries with technical difficulties (to make a long story short), so unfortunately there won't be any pictures for this one. Sorry about that (just let your imagination go).* After the mesmerizing Salar de Uyuni, it was time to keep going. Two people from my tour group, one guy from Mexico and one girl from Chile, and I decided to continue on together to the town of Tupiza, southeast of Uyuni. We were scheduled to take an overnight train, my first use [View Full Entry]

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The bus ride from Potosi to Uyuni was both the best and worst of my entire trip so far. The best because of the scenery, and the worst because of the ride itself. The bus went along narrow cliffs down into green, lush valleys, then into desert, then into valleys again with a few snow-capped mountains to mix things up. The road to Uyuni must be the worst I've ever been on. The entire bus rattled on the gravel road, and it seemed like the windows would shatter any moment. I'm lucky I still have all my teeth. It was that [View Full Entry]

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I was glad to get out of Cochabamba when I could. Even when the holidays ended and the city came back to life, it still didn't change my mind that I just didn't like it there. I'm not alone though. Many have told me the same. It was a huge relief to go next to Sucre, probably the most beautiful city I have visited so far. It's called the ¨White City¨ because all the buildings are painted white. The city has an old colonial feel but is still very modern. I loved Sucre for its tranquility, its beauty and its people. [View Full Entry]

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The days are just packed. Once I got to La Paz, I had a whirlwind of a week. Two weekends ago saw me exploring more of La Paz, but by Monday I was ready to see the surrounding area. My trip on Monday took me to La Calle de la Muerte (in English it's called The Death Road or The Road of Death, but to me the latter sounds a lot more sinister so that is what I will use). The Road of Death is a little north of La Paz and is the main route to get to the beautiful [View Full Entry]

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*Please Note: I backed up all my photos on a DVD, but now can't find any Internet cafe with computers that can read DVDs, so for this entry I won't have any pictures, sorry.* So it's been awhile since I've let you all know what I've been up to, save for some adventures on Peruvian buses. At the end of the first week of February, I went to Canon del Colca (Colca Canyon) near Arequipa, Peru for a 2 day trip. There was 5 of us, Jed, Jake (from Bates), 2 Peruvians, Karina and Maribel (she acted as our guide), and [View Full Entry]

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