As Brazil rocks to the Samba beat, Rio, its party capital is alive with rythm and heat. Actually it´s quiet muggy and overcast at the moment, but you get the point. The spirtual home of the party, Rio is the place for the young, the attractive, the rich and for the next 5 days us. Well at least that´s the dream. A dream that as you trawl up the Avenida Atlantica with the pristine Copacabana beach streaching out into the suprisingly clean and inviting waters is all too believable. A land of milk, honey and a/c supermarkets (It´s weird the things you miss when exploring the wilds of the rainforrest - oh look jam, I haven´t seen that in months. mmm jam). But this isn´t the only truth about Rio. More than can be comfortably digested ... read more

I miss Irn-Bru. I miss Fish N Chips. I miss coffee and croissants on a Sunday morning with the paper and a nice warm comfy bed. I miss Lasagna, Wine, Chorizo, and Crisps. I miss Home. Being 8 and a bit months in and swinging in a hammock on a journey seemingly without end, things start to hit home (ah home ´Where everybody knows your name'). On the 14th of September we will have only 100 days left of this Uber voyage of discovery and mosquito bites. That means we have spent almost 257 days away from home (I say almost because there is a weird recurring dream I have about a wedding and a hot tub). And right now we have plenty of time to think about it. Our boat journeys down the Amazon will ... read more

What a title! I think you´ll agree that this is going to be worth a read or a least a quick shufftie to find out who the hell has Potato Art at their wedding - nae Abstract Potato Art (a different class I think you´ll agree). Or perhaps you´re just wondering what on earth Potato Art could possibly be. Well read on ... and you won´t be disappointed (actually you might, there´s only so much we can do). This month of course featured a small diversion from the planned course of our trip. To be honest, every month has featured a small diversion to the course of our trip - we´re just flighty like that. But, for one of us this diversion was a touch more extreme. So that while one was plunging into the icy ... read more

After almost 8 months on the road we have seen first hand the strange and often irreversible effects that tourism has upon the world. From increased communication between cultures to the mass production of slightly suspect ´local´ handicrafts. The world is forever altered by ebb and flow of people and, some would say more importantly, money around the globe. Only every so often, however, does this issue drag kicking and screaming the traveller into the cold hard reality of the 21st centuary. Lets get this straight right from the off - Cusco is a buisness. A cold hard money making machine. The home of the great Incan Empire that streached its colossal bueraucracy (of red string no less) across South America for almost 300 years. A city at once beautiful, but immediately ugly. This is not ... read more

What is it in human nature that feels the need for fear. That overwhelming pleasure at a warm pulse of adrenaline coursing through your veins. Heart pumping with trepidation, preparing, almost sensing this could be your last. Make a mistake here and you will die. Welcome to Bolivia and ´The World´s Most Dangerous Road´ It seems a little naive that when the World Bank presented that title to the road from the dizzying heights of La Paz to the jungle of Coroico they assumed people would heed the warning and stay away from such danger. Unfortunately, the opposite was true and like a red rag to a bull, or moth to a flame more likely, a world of idiot travelers has taken the challenge. Now day after day hundreds hurtle down this suicide track from 4,800m ... read more