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We left Saigon super early in the morning.. we’re getting pretty good at making our own slap-dash breakfast in the hostel so we can make an early exit. Lugged all our luggage up to the bus station and made new mates the moment we walked in the door. A couple of very hungover English boys who had decided to head to Cambodia after meeting some girls the night before who were going there too.. of course the girls didn’t eventuate so here they were, heading off anyways and running around madly trying to sort out the passport photo that would be required at the border.. funny as. We arrived at the border within an hour or so and were all moved out to complete the border process. We had read in Australia that we needed two ... read more

Ok so I pinched these photos off our American friend Donny... thanks Donny! No more photos of ours since the camera got stolen... So the mini-van we caught from Semuc Champey was packed to the gills and very cramped. So we arrived feeling a bit cranky, which was further compounded when it started to pour on our arrival in beautiful Antigua. We had a hostel booked which we thought we could walk to (according to our map).. but it was pouring and a wily cab driver saw us stranded under cover waiting for it to stop. We haggled on a price and got dropped off at our hostel. We treated ourselves to a private room and headed off to explore once the rain stopped. Antigua is gorgeous! The central city itself is very small, you can ... read more

The tally so far... hostels/hotels: 22 we´ve changed beds 32 times bed bugs: once (read down) long haul bus trips: 16 Not many photos for this episode due to some punk stealing our camera.... Finally we reach Belize... ahhhh the Caribbean. Caught a shitty minibus from Chetumal, on the Mexican border. Nice and cramped with no air-con.. lovely. I got the usual greeting of a mosquito bite as I was waiting in the queue at the border, definitely getting over being a blood donor for the little vampires. We discovered that we could actually read the signs at the border and were greeted in english by the officials...hurrah a break from Espanol! We boarded our minibus for another 3 joyous hours sitting in our own sweat. Our first glimpse of Belize was of myriad decrepit houses. ... read more

Again we rise at the crack of dawn, on our way to our next new adventure. Funny how the adventuring spirit wanes at the hour appropriately named 'stupid o‘clock'. We called a taxi and then found out that all the streets were closed for some reason, so of course the driver charged a kings ransom knowing that we could not get another cab (I exaggerate a little, the price was still less then 10 bucks). On the bus and on our way to Xilitla and the famous house and gardens of the surreallist millionaire Edward james, ¨Las Pozas¨ (¨The Pools¨ in English). We were curious why the bus took 10 hours when the distance appeared so short on the map. We soon had our answer, the road was the windiest road I have ever been on. ... read more

Goodbye Andes, We have had a marvelous time but now we must experience the wonders at your feet. Hello Amazon! We were greeted in Iquitos with smothering humidity and a little Peruvian man from Cumaceba Lodge. We piled into a van and raced from the airport to our hotel. The short trip was strangely reminiscent of my Mario cart days on the old Nintendo 64, the way we dodged in and out of tuk-tuks I had no doubt that theirs was the most dangerous job in the whole city. Coley turned to me and commented “We´re definitely not in the Andes anymore” The tropics, it appears is universal... the heat, the tuk-tuks and crazy traffic, it was like being back in Thailand. We were picked up from our hotel the next day at 7 am and ... read more