A couple of things I've forgotten to mention in previous entries. Our last leg of the trip as full of fools asking dumb questions. As most of you know, I don't suffer fools gladly and my patience can run very thin. At the border, we were handed immigration forms. Now, bearing in mind that every country in the world requests you to complete these so everyone on the truck has done at least one, Michael was asked the following questions: -How many forms do we need ...

On Thursday we made it to La Paz - the highest capital city in the world at 3,660m. We entered the city via El Alto which was a huge corner that just opened up onto the city below - spectacular view. The buildings in the city just seem to cling onto the sides of the mountain and then spill downwards. We also had a view of Mount Illamani in the background which is 6,402m high! After an early night, 6 of us got up to embark on the Road of Death. This involved mo...

One funny thing that happened to all of us at altitude that I forgot to mention was that the ping pong ball thing from our roll-on deodorants popped out and bounced across the floor. You'd think we were a team of incompetent table tennis players. It must have been the pressure or something but it was very funny. Anyhooo, what's next? Potosi - the world's highest city at 4060m and also a Unesco World Heritage site. It's a bit of a controversial city as it was f...

We arrived in Uyuni fairly late after our adventurous journey past the miners' strike, across rivers etc to find the hotel to be the best place we've stayed since Ushuaia. It's owned by an American guy and his Bolivian wife and they've got a great business going on there. At the back of the hotel there's a pizza place which serves fantastic gourmet pizzas. Despite still being at altitude (3675m), Sarah and I decided it was time to get back acclimatised to the red...

We had a sparrow's fart 5am departure from the metropolis - it was pitch dark for about 5 hours and absolutely freezing - to the point that Michelle and I were on the truck snuggling under my sleeping bag! It was one of those awful experiences where you can't get warm therefore you can't keep warm. Anyway, eventually we got to the Argentinean border which was the usual hut full of gun-wielding immigration officers who told us all tom shut up. The funny thing was ...