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October 24th 2009

What Daniel failed to mention at the end of his last blog is that, on our last night in La Paz, he insisted we go for a curry. I think you can guess where this may be going. His was a tad on the spicy side, however, Dehli belly didn´t start to rear it´s ugly head until we were on the bus to Bolivia´s Copacabana the next day. The 4 hours on a bouncy minibus did not bode well for his fragile state and by the time we got to our hostel he was in a very bad way. Daniel has requested that I not give you the full details of the following 36 hours but advises anyone thinking of having a chicken jalfrezi in La Paz to think again. Copacabana is an extremely small town ... read more



The Salt Flats and La Paz

Published: October 19th 2009South America » Bolivia
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October 18th 2009

Our next outing was to the salt flats of Uyuni in South West Bolivia which are the largest of their kind in the world. We were scheduled for a leisurely 10.30 start only to be told the night before that planned strike action by truck drivers meant we needed to leave at 7 to try and avoid the blockade on the edge of town. After an hour or so driving in the jeep over the flats we reached the bizarrely named ´Fish Island´, which is a rocky, cactus covered island in the middle of the flats. Certainly no where near any fish. The first event of note was that a combination of the blinding white ground, bright sunshine and altitude meant I was severely sunburnt by 9.30am. Lunch was some fairly well cooked llama much to ... read more



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October 10th 2009

Our first taste of Bolivia was the "Train of Death". The name caused some concern at first but we needn´t have worried as the train itself couldn´t have been less dangerous. It gets it´s name from the fact that it is so slow that most people would rather throw themselves underneath it than repeat the experience. The journey was made a lot more tolerable by the vendors who boarded the train at every stop. Their ages ranged from 5 to 65 and their wares ranged from meals cooked on the platform to their suspicious homemade drinks. The one thing they had in common was the gusto with which they announced themselves, and their goods, to the carriage. Daniel´s enjoyment of this sideshow deteriorated somewhat when shortly after nodding off (and we all know how he likes ... read more



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October 3rd 2009

The Pantanal is the largest wetland in the world with vast amounts of wildlife. This was not part of our original itinerary so we were not entirely sure of what to expect. The first signs were not good when we spotted that our guide was missing a finger. Undeterred we set off on a 4 hour bus ride followed by another hour in a 4x4, this last part of the journey took us deep into the Pantanal area so we began to see a bit of wildlife. The back of the jeep soon got very excited when Valentina directed everyone's attention to what she described as a crocodile up ahead, everyone dived for their cameras, people jostled for position, then as we approached it turned out to be branch of a tree. Shame that, real shame. ... read more



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September 23rd 2009

So we left Salvador to go to Olinda via bus (just the 15 hours). We had to negotiate the local bus to get to the station which turned out to be an interesting affair. Once it arrived Daniel got on followed by this man with two enormous bin bags full of empty drinks cans, who snuck infront of me. Before I could get on, the bus driver decided to leave, at which point I began to panic until I saw a very comical scene unfolding before me. Daniel had decided, moving or not, he was getting off that bus and he was taking the can tramp with him. I could see him barging this man back down the stairs, using his backpack as a weapon now and practically assaulting him, until the pair of them came ... read more



London - Rio - Salvador

Published: September 12th 2009South America » Brazil
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September 12th 2009

My journey didn't start off too well when a young French lady sat next to me on the plane. I got the distinct impression she had been sleeping rough for a considerable period. My concerns were confirmed when she removed her shoes and jumper to unleash a quite repulsive barrage of odour - much to Valentina's amusement. After 12 hours next to the young lady I was pretty pleased when we arrived in Rio. Our next obstacle was to get to our hostel - the taxi we'd arranged didn't appear to be there so we had to enter into negotiations with some of the locals. Despite Valentina's pitiful attempt at haggling we agreed a reasonable price. Our driver seemed to have somewhere he'd rather be, driving like a man possessed, no one stops for red lights ... read more






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