Although I had never expected to go to Argentina, a chain of events during carnival made me change my plan to visit the salt lakes in Bolivia and go further south instead. Firstly I heard rumours of strikes happening around Bolivia, and though when I tried to confirm this, I couldn´t find anything, I did discover that the salt lakes were completely flooded and going there would only be half the experience it´s supposed to be and a bit underwhelming. Als...

It´s a small miracle that I managed to even get to Oruro for carnival. When an Australian girl that I met on the plane turned up at the hostel the night before I was to go to Oruro, a night of heavy drinking ensued. Managing despite this to arrive at the coach station on time, I then found out that the ticket I bought was for the previous day. After buying a valid ticket, I was herded around the station and onto an empty coach by a very twitchy Bolivian. Tha...

The flight to Miami went as smoothly as could be hoped for, even managing to claim two seats for myself, requiring no acts of contortion. Miami looked increadable from the air; the river pathways merging the sea to the city. The same can not be said of Miami from the ground however. Getting a bus goin to Miami beach, I passed a sprawl of vacant lots and car showrooms. When I finaly arrived at the beach, I found to my horror that it was occupied almost solely by t...