It was a nice slowish start to the morning, partly thanks to the mind games my stomach seems to be playing with me... I spent about half an hour wondering the streets of Trinidad trying to following various directions to find the street where shared taxis leave the city bound for San Ignacio de Moxos. Eventually, I caught one, along with a baby, who seemed obsessed with my white legs. The most interesting part of the journey was crossing the Rio Mamore. There...

Yeahhhh Rum ain't great for a recovering stomach. Today's been very chill, minimal eating, minimal moving. Not sure if I really got any sleep 'last night' so definitely been making the best of having a hotel room. Its just really weird having a room key! Despite that I still got out and saw a bit of Trinidad. The city is very off the tourist trail. The streets are wide, and lined with stinking open sewers. Seemingly every shop is either a tattoo parlour, a chic...

Let's get into this then... My journey into the Amazon didn't start that well. What I mean by that is the night before taking a 7 hour bus trip from Santa Cruz to the Ambue Ari park I spent roughly an hour violently throwing up a small pizza into the dorm toilet. Luckily, this was an extreme but short bout for food poisoning reering its head once again, and I felt perfectly fine the following morning. The bus journey north was long. The scenery is largely just ...

Not much noteworthy happened the last couple days. I got a tad too familiar with the toilets of Iquique Airport. I had some soggy cheerios. I had some Llama Ravioli. But luckily (or rather, thanks to Immodium) I'm back at about 90% which is good enough to head to the JUNGLE! Santa Cruz is sooo different to La Paz. It's the country's biggest city and is set in the vast, flat, eastern lowlands home to the majority of Bolivia's agriculture, and it's gas and oil...

All started with a bit of a pallava. I started Spanish lessons today, at 9am. Supposedly. Unfortunately, Rodrigo hadn't given me any keys, and the usual pair that was left lying around the house was gone. Which meant I was locked in the house until about 9:40am. Doh! Luckily, this is Bolivia, and the teacher, whilst curious at me being late, didn't appear in anyway offended. The lesson, whilst shortened, was great! It was mainly just a conversation in Spanish, ...