Bolivia lived up to its chaotic expectations. Our first few days in the country were spent cruising around steaming volcanos, salt flats and lakes with wild flamingos. When it came to choosing our jeep tour buddies, we went for the multi-lingual Germans who spent the trip translating for us - Spanish going well. We realised our alpaca jumpers, silly hats and sexy thermals still weren't enough to prepare us for our first night in a Bolivian family's mudhut at 4500...

We took a day bus to Santiago so we could appreciate the views of the Andes but spent of most of our time at border control having our apples confiscated and rucksacks ransacked by customs. We laughed at Sarah panicking that the sniffer dogs would find her fruit stash, but were put in our place when they actually found us out! On top of this it was snowing - it really is chilly in Chile.. On arriving in Santiago we directed our taxi driver to La Chimba hostel, a...

The bus to the Mendoza was amazing, Gustavo made it a dream within unlimited wine, champagne and hot choc before bed, as well as a game of bingo to keep us entertained. He even put on Life of Pi in English for us, despite the Spanish passenger's protest. We felt brave and got a bus to the hostel, which gave us a free tour of the town and taught us some intense map reading skills. After settling in we made our way to Aguas Thermas, the thermal baths in the middl...

Buenos Aires is loco. We arrived at Milhouse hostel which is basically the best hostel ever and we knew straight away this was going to be a city to party hard in. After crashing into our dorm we found two Israeli guys asleep - at 3pm. We left them to snooze and went to find Calle Florida, the black market for money exchange. Feeling flush after some illegal activity, we went shopping for necessities such as a crazy furry gilet, wedges and a huge floppy winter ha...

The bus from Sao Paulo to Foz de Iguacu was horrible. BUT we had so much cheese, so many nuts, and so much wine, and a strange little Brazilian man that kept shouting at us to keep us entertained. Halfway through the freezing journey a witch got on the bus and cackled ´welcome to cold Brazil´ as we layered up our crop tops. Arrived in Foz de Iguacu, the Brazilian side of the falls, two hours too early at 5am and had to wait for the coffee shop to open as we sh...