Hola, I arrived in Potosi, Bolivia, a few nights ago and am glad that I did. The town is a great mix between typical (but never usual) Bolivian markets and narrow colonial streets packed with kids in uniforms trotting home after school or on their way to a bar. The first night was spent just walking around exploring the watering holes around the city with a new French friend whose name I have forgotten (c'est la vie quand tu... uh.... travel). After a day spent relaxing and playing soccer with some kids (who, although half my height and half my age, [View Full Entry]

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Hola, Well I arrived in Sucre after an overnight bus from La Paz early Sunday morning. This was a Bus Cama, translating to "Bed Bus" which was a first for me and was quite simiply the best experience I have ever had on a bus. The bus was equipped with two sets of fron wheels, which made me think it was in reverse when I saw it delicately maneuver into the loading bay meant for a bus half its size. Climbing aboard you found double wide seats with footrests (sadly too short for gringo legs...), blankets, and enermous windows like I [View Full Entry]

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"I am a little nervous about biking the ´World's most dangerous road´, but it sure sounds like fun" "Don't worry" says Santiago, a La Pazian sitting next to me at a bar who found my spanish comical. "We don't call it that in Spanish." "Oh, what is it in Spanish?" "The death road" ... Well it was fun alright. Waking up very early (okay, for me 6:30 is early) I had a quick breakfast and jumped in the oversized minivan with Joe heading for the Death Road. It is called that, and its other name, because it has the more deaths [View Full Entry]

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Hola all, Well it seems that the longer you travel the less often you seem to write entries to a blog. So, although a little bit tired from a late night last night, I have decided to get everything up to speed on my blog. The first bit of news is that I have reached Bolivia and I couldn't be happier. The first thing you notice is that the certain unpleasant way that Peruvians treat tourists is almost completely gone. In Peru it is as if people working with tourists (which is a majority of the people that you encounter on [View Full Entry]

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Okay so let's call it a draw. Granted, I landed some great punches. I saw dozens of spiders, Caimans (alligators), Jungle life, and some amazing scenery. But the jungle hit back hard with rain, strong rivers, and, a painful uppercut, a bridge collapsing out from underneath my above Peru-average weight. Let me break the trip down. Day 1: Bus ride into the Jungle Arriving at the tour agency at 7:00 am I was happy to see everythign was well underway for our trip. In front of me was our private van that was to take us ten hours along a winding [View Full Entry]

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Hola again, I have been getting a lot of feedback from my last blog entry from the Colca Canyon, lots of which expressed dismay at how dangerous the trip was. For those of you who feel this way, uh, please stop reading now. So, three or four days ago I took the advice of a travel buddy and rented, for the day, a dirtbike to drive around the ruin riddled sacred valley just outside of Cuzco. Taking with me two backpackers from my hostel (one who is now a quasi girlfriend and the other a friend I will surely meet up [View Full Entry]

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Wow what a week. Exactly a week ago I left for Colca Canyon for what is considered one of the hardest, but most rewarding, hikes in South America. Here is the breakdown of one of the most amazing, exhausting, and trying experiences of my life. Day 1 Ohad, my Israelli hiking partner, and I woke at 2:45 to catch a 3:30 bus to Cabanaconde, the starting point for our hike. Although we were both very nervous about this hike (we had both read that it is extremely hard), I was especially nervous because I was starting the whole thing with a [View Full Entry]

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Hola mis amigos, Wow a lot has happened in the last... ten days or so since I last updated the blog. After Huaraz, the town from which I did the Andean trekking, I decided to head to the coast instead of sticking to the Andes because I wanted to see the Isla de Pisco, what is known in the backpacker's world as "the poor man's Galapagos". Heading off with my Israili friend Ohad, we made it to Pisco on an overnight bus. Peru is a country easy to love, impossible not to dislike, and oddly simple to do both at the [View Full Entry]

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Hola amigos y familia, I know it has been a long time, but I promise that it has been for good reasons. I suppose the last time I did an entry was in Huanchaca, near Trajillo, so I will start from there. Joe, Angie, and I left Trajillo on an eight hour (which with some delays turned into longer...) journey to Huaraz, the hiking capital of Peru. The bus ride was spectacular. The road wound around - and sometimes through - Andean peaks towering about 5,000 meters above sea level, flanking the bus by only meters and risinging startingly fast off [View Full Entry]

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Hola, Well I am back on the pacfic coast in a nice resort town of Trajillo (pronounced tra-he-yo) for some seafood and sunrays after a long, but incredibly scenic overnight bus ride from Loja, Ecuador. The bus went through the world's driest desert (the same desert Trajillo is in, not that you would know), a spectacular sight. On the far right of the bus view sat the ominous silhouette of some frighteningly high andean peaks. To the close right, extending into the peaks, was a perfectly flat desert. The sight looked like giant rocks had slid over, and completely demoloished, Saskachawan. [View Full Entry]

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