Alright people time for some posthumous travel blogging, not that either me or Chris are dead but our travels are over. So last time I updated this blog we were in La Paz Bolivia. We've come a long way since then, in fact we've made it home in one piece. But I wrote these blogs so im going to put them up and finish our journey.

So from La Paz after a quick stop to see our monkey friends and it was onward to Rurrenabaque.

Before I go any further I want to mention our astonishing driver for this epic 16 hour overnight journey. The road was windy, dusty and very bumpy and the van very very cramped but our driver was spot on. He drove the whole night with only1.30 hours rest and did it safely (so of the best driving iv seen in South America). We had a plan that someone would say awake with him to make sure he didn't fall asleep but this man was on the ball the whole time while we where struggling to keep our eyes open. And once we got there and cleared the van out he turned straight back round and drove all the way home.. The whole 16 hour! He was either crazy or a superhero... I choose superhero!

Rurrenabaque is a a small town nestled in the Amazon basin of Bolivia. And the main reason to come here is to see the wetlands known as the Pampas. We had 3 amazing days in the wetland although they we're not so wet while we where there as it was the middle of the dry season. We saw more animals in 3 days than you can count on your fingers and toes put together. We spent the majority of our time travelling up the river by boat and saw a lot of croc's on the river and even went out on the boat at night and saw nothing but hundreds of beady eyes staring at us. We saw a lot of birds, monkeys, terrapins and capybara (which look like massive guinny pigs). One morning we were taken for a wonder into the wetlands in search of anaconda's. Armed with a torch our guide went poking about in the trees and sure enough found two of the slippery serpents. There not as big as they are in the movies and just kinda ignored us! An afternoon fishing for Piranhas produced a decent sized fish supper. I have to admit that i'm not an expert and only managed to catch one and one so small I had to throw it back. Miesje sustained the injury of the trip by managing to get the end of her finger bitten off!.. Well maybe not the whole end but a big chunk. She bled quite a lot which upset our boatman as he'd just cleaned the boat! But what do you expect if you stick your finger in its mouth, especially after you have impaled it on a hook. Piranhas are not known for there patients. All in all a successful 3 days.

From Rurrenabaque to Copacabana on the sunny shores of lake Titicaca via tiny, bumpy and just a little scary plane ride.

Touted as the highest navigable lake in the world (although apparently its not) lake Titicaca sits at an altitude of 3820m and is over 230km long, 97km wide and a bluey green colour. It also contains Isla Del Sol (island of the sun) which is where the Inca believed the sun was born. A 3 hour tromp across the island, to highs of about 4000m (which almost killed me) revealed a rock that doesn't look much like a puma and some stunning views of the lake.

Copacabana itself is a nice little town with good soup, lots of trout and a massive cathedral with a little chapel full of candles. Everyday in front of the cathedral the priest blesses cars and vans of all shapes and sizes. It seems to be an important ceremony which the whole family gets involved with. There's praying and holy water, lots of flowers and spraying you car or van with beer.

And this was the end of our Bolivian bonanza.. top banana!!!!!!!