Up bright and early to catch our toy plane to the Amazon basin. The plane was literally so small you had to crouch to walk, with only 20 seats, 10 each side. 45 minutes later we touched down in Rurrenabaque, and was hit by the humidity….especially Jode's hair. We had booked a 3 day/2night pampas tour of the wetland savannas. While waiting for the trucks we followed the smell to the delicious French bakery down the road. AMAZING!!!! After devouring 2 pizzas ...

La Paz…..another high altitude city to contend with (3660m). It literally takes your breath away, the city's buildings cling to the sides of the canyon and spill spectacularly downwards. We spent 3 days here wandering round the many alleyways and sidewalks, looking at various markets, not to mention the witches market /9mercado de Hichiceria) full of oddities such as shrivelled llama foetuses, which locals bury under the porches of their new homes for luck a...

It really is a small world…randomly in the hostel in Potosi, we bumped into Becs (a girl Jodie used to work with 10years ago on good old Clacton pier). Becs and her boyfriend Terry were also heading to Uyuni to do the salt flat tour, so rather than going through the annoying process of choosing one of the 80 companies and reading the bad reviews of car crashes and drunk tour guides etc, we decided to go with their recommendation and book on the same tour as ...

Bo…spit in the aisle…livia. As we said in the previous blog, the 21 hour journey from Brazil to Bolivia wasn't the best bus ride we had taken! Yet again the only tourists on the bus, along with the locals spitting in the aisles, every tom d*** and harry being allowed on the bus to sell you something, and the bumpiest dirt track road going….you could say we were glad to arrive in Santa Cruz. We stayed here for one night to recover from the bus journey and ...

Just a quick one to update on our last few days in Brazil. We managed to find a cheap flight on the internet from Rio to Salvador, so thankfully did not have to endure that 24 hour bus journey. Salvador is the African soul of Brazil and you can definitely feel this vibe the moment we arrived. The heat was so much more humid than Rio. We stayed in the Pelourinho area, which feels like a protected area…there are armed police officers on every corner. This is o...