We arrived in La Paz by a small plane, the 40 minute flight was a good alternative to the 14 hour overnight bus journey. La Paz is the highest capital city in the world at 3800 metres (that's pushing 12,000 feet) and you feel it immediately, your breathing becomes laboured and ordinary tasks suddenly seem much more difficult. The city has a reputation for danger but we kept aware and luckily nothing untoward happened to us (it might have livened up the blog a bi...

We arrived in Sucre in darkness, the bus stopped in an anonymous street and the conductor invited us all onto the street with the word "Sucre". He emphasised it being the end of the ride by emptying all the rucksacks onto the street - We had arrived but where? An old lady pulled at my sleeve saying "Taksee" without any other option the three of us climbed into the cab, instructing the driver to take us to "Café Berlin". Bizarrely the woman climbed in beside th...

At 05:45 am we joined a gathering group who were assembling for a 3 day journey into Bolivia and across the Salt Flats (reputedly the largest in the world) to the town of Uyuni. The stories of the trip were legendary, drunk drivers, altitude problems, poor food, poor accommodation and sub-zero temperatures at night - Why wouldn't we want to do it? Twelve of us were loaded into a mini bus along with our luggage and "supplies" of water and food (just in case). W...