Lozzie

Sometimes when im at work I think about how crappy it is, Dirty nappies, Sputum flying at my head, Vomit on my shoulder, a million and one things to do without an option of squeezing in a break. But my work conditions, stress and energy requirements are nothing compared to that of the mining men (and Boys) of Potosi. Postosi is 3967mt above sea level and was founded in the 1540's, a town that became well known for its silver mining. As Gringos we had the opportunity to visit the mines of Cerro Rico to learn about the life of the miners. After suiting up in vinal pants, tops, gumboots, belt, hardhard (with light) and Battery, we headed to the miners market to purchase some gifts for the miners. At the shop we were introduced to ... read more

So, here I am again, sitting in a net Cafe, wondering what the hell all of you out there would find particularly interesting about what I have done in my most recent travels! From where I left off, I was in BA saying farewell to my friend Jem, then hopping on yet another overnight bus to Mendoza, Argentina's wine region! I had heard so much about all the great and interesting things to do in Mendoza, but in all honesty I was a bit dissapointed. There are opportunities do do some rafting but I was too disorganised to arrange one within my time limit. But I did however manage to hire a bike from hell and visit some winearies, which proved for an interesting afternoon. Imagine smooth, flat dirt roads lined with trees that cascade over, ... read more

From where I left off, I had been forced to leave Brazil, and come to BA and I have been here for about a month, with a quick visit to Iguazu just to break it up (see previous blog). The hardest thing when I got here was trying to remember all the spanish I learnt back home, and switching from Portuguese to Spanish, I kept saying Obrigada instead of Gracias and things like that!! But it's ok folks, I now have it under control. However I get grief from Pancho, who works in the Hostel, that I should speak more spanish than what I actually do. I have set myself up in a hostel in San Telmo, an area in BA that has quaint little antique shops, cafes and one of the best steak houses ever! ... read more

As I woke up on the morning of the 21st March, I had no idea I wasn´t going to bed again for another 40 hours as I have my most interesting night in Brazil yet. I had a lot of fun, and yet not so much fun, a completly random night which ends in myself and 3 other Australians being forced to leave Brazil within 3 days. So sit tight and read on as I tell you about the night I got arrested in Brazil. I had spent most of the day hanging out at an airconditioned shopping centre, got a "pay by the kilo" lunch and the got worst haircut of my life. We also met this awsome Brazilian guy Luiz, who had travlled to Australia, spoke really good english, worked at the tourist information ... read more

Leaving Liverpool I had a delightfull 24 hours of flying ahead of me! But well worth it when I arrived in Rio! I felt fithy after sitting on a plane for that long, plus I was sweating like a bastard when I got here in my tracksuit pants and hiking shoes! Well, what can I say, Rio so far has been an adventure to say the least, I have had such bad luck, that im sure it can only get better! On my first day I headed to Ipanema beach (post 9) for some sun and down time! It was so hot, the sweat was pouring off me, it was an effort trying to rub the sunscreen in. I think it was only about 32 degrees, but the humidity was right up there! I hired an ... read more