Alright, so Negar and I were being little brats before we left for the Inka trail and I'll be the first to admit it. We had grown so accustomed to being back in a Loki, surrounded by so many lovely and entertaining people that leaving for four days and three nights to go sleep in a tent and hike 45 km seemed like the most unappealing thing on the planet. We kept asking each other if we could just not go (mind you we had paid about $700 for this tour already) and ...

Negar and I caught our bus to Arequipa at 17:00 (actually the bus to Puno - we had to transfer buses at 1 am, no joke) and within a half an hour we were crossing the border into Peru. Upon passing through Bolivian immigration the officer asked what the date was and we responded the 18th of May. We (and every other foreigner) were only given a 30-day visa on entering the country and had stayed in Bolivia exactly 30 days. Muahahah suck it, we're not paying any fine...

Negar and I left on a bus from La Paz to Copacabana on a very early bus the next day and I was devastated. We had been up quite late hanging out with people before Vaan came and found me and said it was cuddle time. Yay! But then the morning came too soon and we had to pack our last few things (I still managed to forget my trainers and charger there naturally) and say our sleepy goodbyes. Boarding that bus was in all honesty one of the hardest things I've ever do...

Continuing on from Part 1... The day work begins (day after King´s day). The next day I imagine I spent the majority of the day in bed. Drinking in this altitude is something else, I have to say. The hangovers are the gnarliest thing I've ever experienced in my life. You already can't breathe when you're sober after walking up a flight of stairs so imagine a hangover in these conditions... Tough times. Yet I had to start work that evening so Negar and I made ou...

We boarded the bus to Mendoza and set out on our twelve-hour journey back across the country of Argentina, where only a week ago we had been so close to crossing the Chilean border to Santiago. Our bus was scheduled to arrive around 7:30 am so we planned on getting the 9 am bus from Mendoza to Santiago without coming up for air because we had been trapped in Argentina for far too long. Get me ze f*** out. Naturally, our bus was very delayed... At around 8:30 am N...