Since my bout of food poisoning I have done very little in the way of conventional tourist activity. So little, infact, that it is arguable that writing a blog about the last two weeks is a largely pointless exercise. But it has been fun, at least, so will attempt to scrabble together something, just to please my mum more than anything. After my ill-fated attempt to do the Colca Canyon trek, I ended up lazing around in a hammock in Arequipa, getting slightly sunburnt and and listening to music. Travel is supposed to broaden the mind, but for about three days [View Full Entry]

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Well, I ended up spending over a week in Bolivia´s bonkers capital, La Paz, and, shamefully, didn´t accomplish much more than visiting virtually every bar and nightclub the place had to offer. Did manage to do some arguably more worthwhile activities, however: most notably a mountain bike trip down the self-proclaimed ´World´s Most Dangerous Road´, which is fairly self-explanatory. From the 5,000m above sea level village of Cumbre, the road plummets about 3,000m in 70km to the tropical village of Corioco. It begins with a wide, paved road, with beautiful vistas of mountain gullys and faraway [View Full Entry]

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My Bolivian adventure began last Friday when my friend Carly and I walked over the border from La Quiaca, Argentina, to Villazon, Bolivia. From there we got our first taste of the joys of Bolivian buses, with a three hour journey to Tupiza, a quiet town 100km from the border. Here we booked our four day tour to the Salar De Uyuni, supposedly one of the highlights of the continent. It wasn´t to disappoint. We set off on Saturday morning in a jeep that had seen better days with our guides Emilio and Daisy, and three English girls called Anna, Sarah [View Full Entry]

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After two weeks in Argentina it is time to move on to Bolivia, where I´ll be heading tomorrow. It is a mere seven hour bus journey to the border, where I will have to walk to Bolivia - hopefully without any delays - and stay at a hostel on the border town of Villazon. From there I will hopefully be going to the Salar DÚyuni, the biggest salt flat on Earth. It is over 4,000 metre up on the Bolivian altiplano: a desolate, treeless plateau that gets to about -20 degrees at night. I am still currently in Salta, mainly because [View Full Entry]

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Well, my week in Buenos Aires continued to be intriguing - but relaxing it was not. The constant noise, traffic, pedestrians and political demonstrations of central BA begins to take control of your senses. Whereas London has noticeable rush hours and quiet hours, BA is a relentless urban maelstrom, and thats depite the fact that many portenos (BA residents) leave work at lunchtime to have a siesta. They must dream of exhaust fumes and screaming motorbike engines. Don´t get me wrong, its a great city - especially at night. Went to some fantastic bars and restaurants´in the trendy barrio of [View Full Entry]

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Well, I got here in one piece following a reasonably painless flight from London, and found myself in the Milhouse hostel in central BA, which is supposedly the most fun and busy hostel in the city. There are a big mix of people here, loads of Aussies, a few of which Ive been spending pretty much all my time with so far - including one Aussie called Brad who lives in Ealing, of all places. So the city - its massive, sprawling, and elegant in places, dilapidated in others. Recoleta is BAs Kensington, full of boutique shops and heavily made up [View Full Entry]

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