after getting back to la paz i had to go to the slightly dodgy cementary district to get my bus to the amusingly named lake titicaca, managed not to get mugged though and set off to copacabana on the eastern shore of the lake. got chatting to one of the stripy shawl/bowler hat ladies on the bus, before i knew it i had had a half hour conversation in spanish about nothing in particular without even thinking, first time that had happened so was quite pleased with m...

IN jess and jule left early the next morning cos they had a boat tour booked up to rurre in the north, but i had decided to back myself and take the bus of death (the australian guy told me a truck had fallen off it down a cliff two weeks earlier), mainly because im cheap and probably a bit silly. it didnt start particularly well - i had just settled into my seat when some bint came and ranted at me that i was in her seat. i ranted back for a bit and showed her ...

after having got very little sleep on the overnight bus to la paz, i had finally dozed off when i got woken up by a deafening racket of car horns outside. didnt really help that the man next to me considerately opened the window in order to get a better look, thereby waking up the entire bus as well. turned out we were stuck in the gridlocked la paz rush hour traffic, and rather than waiting patiently everyone had decided that leaning on their horns and shouting ...

after about a week of constantly travelling, speaking spanish and not lashing (much) at all, sucre was a perfect place to chill out for a couple of days with a few beers and get some sleep. its a really nice city - nothing like other bolivian cities, loads of clean white colonial buildings with nice squares and nice trees and other nice stuff. its not too high up either so no altidude effects and not freezing cold at night, perfect. also met two new mates - jess ...

havnt really updated this for ages have i, probably going to struggle to remember anything so might not be very interesting..... sooo went to potosi from uyuni with ayelen and clara, bus journeys are quite different in bolivia to argentina and chile - instead of air conditioning and reclining seats you get squeezed in next to lots of big fat bolivian women wearing about 10 different multicoloured dresses and bowler hats, who are usually eating chicken and being q...