We left Buenos Aires (well more like I had to physically remove Deb) and we flew down to El Calafate in Patagonia, we decided we would fly down (we got a great view of the Fitzroy Range) as we only have less than a month left and to do this journey by bus would take too much time out of what we have left. On arriving to El Calafate we were surprised to find a real alpine feel, the air is very, very fresh and reminds us of being in the South Island of NZ. Our hostel has a nice view looking out to Lago Argentina and snow capped mountains in the distance on the horizon ahead. We are also getting the long long evenings with the sun not going down till after 10pm, the place ... read more

We arrived to Argentina in good spirits, even after watching a woman juggle two different young children who both managed to cry at different times and after a short road blockade. A climb over the mountains and some nice scenery down the valleys before arriving evening in Salta, the temperature was lovely and we had a wander around town to the with Rorie and Emer to the main plaza and really surprised how modern Argentina really was. We had to change hostels first thing next morning as the doubles they had told us were available suddenly weren't. No surprise, but we decided to look around and found a really nice hostal in a great location even if the staff were a bit crazy. We enjoyed our stay very much, we had hot weather, a little more ... read more

An amazing journey it has been, now in San Pedro Chile having just spent the last 3 days journeying through the south west of Boliva. We left Potosi on some gravel roads for another stunning journey (once the bus company could find the bus driver). This time for 7 hours to Uyuni where we had our tour booked for the following day. We had six in our loaded up 4WD. Deb and I, Rorie and Emer and two Dutch girls Mariska and Jorien. As well as a driver who persisted on playing some of the worst Bolivian music I have ever heard. The scenery on our trip was out of this world, the colours and desolation were unbelievable. Our first day we had a quick look at a train graveyard before on to the Salar de ... read more

Our arrival at Sucre and finding a bed was one of the greatest reliefs of our trip. As I had said in the previous blog we had been up at 4.30am to the airport in La Paz, flight cancelled, and then waiting around for our night bus to Sucre. Bolivia being much cheaper than anywhere else we opted for the Bus Cama, at 180 degrees we thought we would need it. The company sold us the tickets, but we had heard rumours that there was a roadblock on the way (not that anyone in the company mentioned it to us, always happy for a sale in South America!). The bus meandered around town, like it was picking up people to come on the bus and sell or beg, one guy even blasted out a song. We ... read more

We arrived after only a short bus trip from Puno (with a bus driver that would beep his horn at anything) and a quick immigration to the small town of Copacabana, Famous for the blessing of cars at the local cathedral, the town was set pleasantly between two hills on Lake Titicaca. At first it doesn't seem all that different to Peru, although we did notice that the women wear a different type of skirt here, more of a shimmery pleated skirt (they still do nothing for their figures so I am told). It is again high at 3800m but it wasn't as cold as we had expected, the sun was shining and it was quite pleasant to sit out in the cafes down the main street and relax once we had worked out again how ... read more