Endings

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This will be my last blog.
At least for a little while.
Thanks for reading guys, just a few little bits and pieces to tidy up:


What follows where we left off is many hours of painful waiting to get home. On buses, each second lasted for two. In airports, a five hour wait turned out to be eight.

But we got there in the end and, safely back in the U.K., I remain the owner of all my belongings (apart from my sister's dictionary...) and all limbs.

I'd say that deserves a round of applause.

And so ends that little adventure.

I had such an amazing time it would be very difficult to pick a "best moment" thing. The biking down Death Road ranks highly, as does deep political discussions with Bolivians over a few bottles of beer. Then again, the incredible scenery was...well,...incredible, and the boat journey in the storm was also quite exciting...

Ultimately however, I have to pick the time I spent with my kids.

I didn't go to South America to see Mountains or flamingos.
I didn't even go for the meat or the wine.
I went for the people; to talk to them and live alongside them.

And that's exactly what I did.

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Comments

[sam]

chau!
adios mi hermano. i see you in the kitchin.