This is our plan so far - we will try and update it as we go along.....
We'll miss you all like crazy, family, friends and of course Wendydog.
Jan 27th fly to Bankok, spend the night
Jan 28th fly to Hanoi - travel overland to Saigon, then through Cambodia, back to Thailand, through Malaysia, across to Borneo, for Kota Kinabalu and Sepilok, then back to KL onto Taman Negara, and then onto Singapore
March 25th Singapore to Bali, from here travel through some of the islands - Lombok, Sumbawa, Flores.
April 23rd Bali to Sydney - travel up the coast to Cairns
July 2nd Cairns to Port Moresby (PNG)
July 17th PNGvia Brisbane to Fiji
July 31st Fiji to Auckland - from there travel to the Cook Islands for 3 weeks, then back to NZ to tour North and South Island for 8 weeks
Oct 16th Auckland to Santiago spend some time in Chile, then up to Lima and Cusco for Macchu Piccu, then along the coast of Peru, from there to Iguassu falls, to Buenos Aires, through to Uraguay onto Brazil for Rio for Christmas and NY 2008...... then home Jan 2009!
January 26th 2009
Just when you thought it was all over and you didn't have to read anymore blogs.....along comes another one. Sorry, but we forgot to post this one before we left Rio........but we thought we would send it anyway. With just 24 hours left before we had our final flight to catch, we headed back to Rio, and back to the 'Best Rio' Hostel, which somehow didn't seem as good the second time round. But, it was just a case of doing a few last minute jobs and mentally preparing ourselves for arriving back in Cardiff, so it didn't really matter. We thought we would take a moment to think about what we have done and where we have been over the past one year and share a few of our thoughts before returning home. It has ... read more
January 21st 2009
The final installment, the last part of the chapter, the end. Well I am sure that most of you are glad, you don´t have to read anymore inane comments written by a pair of illiterate goofballs or look at pictures taken from the wrong angle of two tall pale people. We are less than a week away from coming home, so it won´t be long before we all meet up again and the history of the past twelve months are swapped. The babies that have been born, the newly engaged folk and the tales that could not be told over the web. I feel as the creative energy has slipped through my grasp, so the final outing will be short and forgetable, a little like Duncs intimate encounters. Also I must apologise to all of the ... read more
January 17th 2009
There have been many different types of feelings that you have floating around the cerebral void when you are nearing the date of your return. You long for family and friends, comfort of your own space and most important the wet nose of a canine. Our time was closing, but we were not all spent out yet, we still had a few miles left in the tank. As seasoned travellers we ventured onto the next amazing experience and into the black hole of Copa. Our next task was decidedly boring, we had to move hostel to place just down the road and into a far more welcoming environment. The Best Rio was our new abode, with immediate effect it was clear that we had found a great new pad. The owners spoke a little English but ... read more
January 15th 2009
You have to love the Samba drum, the beat and fever that it produces amongst its avid listeners and the result in a hip wiggling movement only seen in one of the most vibrant cities in the world. Everyone has seen the pictures, most have witnessed video of the place but until you touch foot with earth you have not been Rio-ed. The place is a sprawling city that encompasses hills and mountains that all direct themselves towards the sea, only too be met with beautiful beaches that encompasses masses of near naked people. In Rio it is seen as uncouth if you have more clothing on that could also fit onto a four month year old baby, if bum is not bear then you are square and nipples are seen and not heard. It takes ... read more
January 11th 2009
After 32 hours of travelling, involving 5 buses, many bus stations and many road side cafes, eating too many empanadas (or pastels are they are called here), we finally arrived in the town of Paraty. Paraty is different to other Brazilian towns. It is only a few hours from Rio, making it a popular holiday spot. It is a bustling, small, quaint village with cobbled streets and a picturesque harbour. It has many beautiful beaches within 20 km. We had booked ahead into the Paraty B+B, and were very grateful for this when stepping off the bus as it was a cool 36 degrees, with the kind of humidity that causes sweating instantly. As you can imagine after such a long journey, our tempers were very much in need of a shower and some space to ... read more
January 9th 2009
Rather than take 2 buses (remember turnstiles and large rucksacks and surfboards....) we opted for a taxi to take us across the border, half the time, half the fuss, twice the price, oh well, we will be skint anyway when we get back...and, it was much easier. Kenny, our long haired, smiling driver, who like all taxi drivers in South America speak only their local language (as we do), tolerated Stu babbling all the way in English, despite being fully aware of the fact he can't understand a word of it, and nodded dutifully at appropriate breaks in the sentences (which are not often.....) We stopped briefly for a stamp from the Brazilian immigration officials, who were not a day over 18 I'm sure, (or is that what everyone says when they get older themselves?)who chastised ... read more
January 5th 2009
The day we left Florianopolis was a typically hot sunny Brazilian day...typically. It was bound to be hot and sunny when we had a 14 hour bus journey ahead. But we had survived the hurricane and it was time to move on. When we planned our little RTW adventure 12 months ago we had both decided that a definite stop would be at the Iguassu Falls, deep in the heart of South America, crossing the borders of Argentina, Brazil and Paraguay. As all overnight bus journeys are, it was hot, long and uncomfortable. For some reason this one seemed more uncomfortable than the rest and we had very little sleep between us so it was grouchiness all round. There was nothing wrong with the journey really, other than the Brazilian bad boys in the seat behind ... read more
December 30th 2008
New Year can be a stressful time for most people, the eternal decision of where to spend your moment singing 'Auld lang syne' can burn the brain a bit. However most people choose to spend it with friends, people that mean the most and in areas that are familiar to them. Well these two parameters were not available to us and we decided to embrace the Brazilian style and vibe, getting down with the Sambaites on their turf. Shake the hips central, next stop 2009. We sensibly decided to make the journey from Torres on the 30th of December, leaving sometime for settling into the hostel and to get to know our fellow party people. However the thing that was not the most sensible was carrying surfboard/bodyboard/wetsuit etc around the world and trying to use the ... read more
December 28th 2008
We left Punta del Diablo having had a different but satisfying Christmas. Ahead of us lay our final month. Our last country, Brazil, the crazy one right at the end. We don't know anyone from Brazil, or even anyone who has been to Brazil, as far as we remember, so our knowledge of the country and its people comes from media and travel guides. Images of hotted headed South Americans, passion, danger, football, samba and so on filled our mind. After travelling for so long, we had developed a slight cockiness, we had managed to survive so far and have few problems, so despite its reputation, Brazil would be a breeze, or so we thought. It didn't start too well, the debarcle at Chuy gave us a slightly negative vibe, and a sense of uselessness and ... read more
December 22nd 2008
The devil and the deep blue sea, what a connection. That was firmly in our heads when we started the on the bus again, another trip but extremely uneventful. So safely arriving in Diablo only took a few hours and Em had spent most of that dribbling on my shoulder. Diablo was to be the most exotic place that both of us had spent Xmas and we were looking forward to getting some time with our own place, cooker, kitchen and our own toilet - perfect. We encountered our first problem when we stepped off the bus, how were we going to get in touch with the owner of the cabana that we had hired. Again with a level of embarrassment we got in touch with Alfredo and alerted him of our arrival, he told us ... read more