Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Buen dia amigos, estamos muy bien. Santa Cruz is not that far-ar-ar-ar-ar. La la la. I'm sure that's a song. Anybody? By Keane perhaps? Hmmm. Anyway, so yeah, that's where we are, and indeed where we have been since Saturday morning. I'm afraid there are no pictures as of yet, but hopefully will be able to upload those tomorrow...before we leave to paddle with piranhas, cuddle some caimans and hump some hors...I mean go horseback riding in th...

Yes yes, we are now in Sucre. The photos of the salt flats pretty much speak for themselves, and we've spent the last 6 hours uploading them, so I'm afraid, although perhaps it's a good thing, that I won't be writing much about it! Suffice to say that we were lucky with our group again, ending up with two Brazilians from Sao Paulo who we will be going to see in their home town in a few weeks time, and who gave us some great pointers about where to go in Brazil, a...

Hola amigos - photos uploaded! After a fairly uneventful bus journey to Puno on the Peruvian shore of Lake Titicaca, Farida, Martyn, Sally and I stayed in a hostel with "24 hour hot water" and what we assumed would also be 24 hour electricity. Oh no. Not so. The mucho assured hot water was more like 3 seconds/day (of which we saw none in any case), and the lights in our room worked for about as long as they didn't. Never mind, after some ferocious arguing by the ...

After a 3 hour journey from Copacabana to La Paz, Farida and I disembarked and got a taxi to the main square of Bolivia's wannabe capital, Plaza San Francisco. Having looked up a hostel in the Rough Guide (now known as the Bible, the Bib, or the Good Book of Travelling if you're not into the whole brevity thing), we went up a road to look for it. Two minutes later, having gone too far, someone pours some kind of yellowy hot dog sauce all over Farida's head and ru...