Inca Trail, Peru The big trip that is the corner stone of most backpackers journeys in South America had finally arrived. The mighty Inca Trail. It was time to see if all the hiking Nicola and I had done earlier in the trip would pay off. Day One: After a brief orientation the night before, we were picked up at our hostel at 5am. The journey from Cusco to the start of the trail was about 3 hours, giving everybody a good chance to take in the Inca 'Sacred Valle...

Cusco, Peru Finishing Puno with Georgie and Scott, we decided to stick together for the next week. On entering Cusco we were instantly enchanted by the old colonial beauty of the city. To welcome us on our first day there was a huge parade dominating the main square with hundreds of locals dressed up in all sorts of flamboyant, colourful costumes. We managed to find a gorgeous hostel that the four of us have practically had to ourselves. The owner, Maria, is ver...

Lake Titticaca, Peru After our amazing Jungle adventure Nicola and I flew back to the dizzying heights of La Paz. We both agreed that it was the worst flight we've ever had. The plane was tiny and even though it was only a 45 minute flight the turbulence was awful. We were both very happy to land! I'm not normally a bad flyer but I've decided I don't like hearing beeping sounds from the cockpit, or seeing pilots frantically pressing buttons. Ignorance is bliss. ...

Amazon Tour, Rurrenabaque, Bolivia After a few days relaxing in La Paz we caught a flight to the small jungle town of Rurrenabaque. It was a surreal moment indeed when we stepped off the small plane in the steamy warmth of the Amazon basin. Just 45 minutes earlier we had been staring in awe at snow capped mountains surrounding La Paz. We instantly took a liking to the town which is located along the River Beni. Reggae music filled the streets, wooden shacks ser...

Tupiza & Salt Flat Tour, Bolivia Our night bus from Salta dropped Nicola and I at the border town of La Quiaca at 7am. We lugged our stuff about a mile to the border and saw first hand the stark contast between Argentina and Bolivia. We crossed with no hassle into the town of Villazon, armed with zero Bolivianos and all of our worldly possessions. You would have forgiven us for feeling a little intimidated but it´s quite hard to considering how small the ...