Today was my big worry day - three separate plane tickets with South American reliability reputation preceding them, but it worked a dream! A very long dream, I grant. Twenty four hours from Sucre, Bolivia to NY, NY with 10 hours kicking our heels in transit hell. However, with a little ingenuity we made it relatively unscathed. The La Paz pastime was persuading shop holders to swap their 50 centavo pieces for larger denomination coins and notes. The 50 centavo...

Arrived late at 3am by the time Peruvian customs customs had been observed and the ancient taxi driver with even older car had taken us to the Gran Bolivar on plaza San Martin. Fantastic hotel, reminiscent of The Shining with a model T Ford in the lobby. Unexpected! Breakfast and out on the streets to be met by the festival of the chicken, allegedly. Bands, dancers and road blocking spectacle went on for nearly an hour. Made idiots of ourselves trying to obtain ...