After spending 4 weeks travelling together, it was sad to see Zanna leave and now writing a solo blog is an even weirder experience. We parted ways in the evening as I left to catch my night bus down to Puerto Varas and neither of us could really believe how quickly time had gone and how much we have done over these few weeks! Upon arrival in Puerto Varas, I made my way to the hostel of which the main selling point was the feather duvets, luxury not spared by t...

After our nightmare journey to San Pedro, we travelled in style on our 15 hour journey to La Serena with seats resembling reclining armchairs, blankets and pillows. Arriving at the hostel, we were unsure we had the right address as we entered into somebody`s living room. However, upon venturing into the garden, we were met by the owner who showed us our room in a charming small annexe at the foot of the garden. That evening, we made our way through the Elqui Vall...

Departing Bolivia, we rose at 3am to catch our bus to Calama (Chile). Little did we know what awaited us! Cold and sleepy we got onto the bus surrounded by locals laden with dozens of enormous bags containing what we could only imagine was half of Bolivia`s annual produce to sell in Chile. Spoilt by tourist buses, this would turn out to be the most frustrating journey of the trip. It is hard to explain just how cold we were, thinking our limbs were going to drop ...