So, we've had a bit of a blogging hiatus, partly I suppose because of some travel fatigue (South America is one exhausting continent), as well as because of several dodgy internet connections here and there. So it was time for the South American leg of the journey to come to an end, and to head north towards greener Central pastures. On deciding on a means of transport, this time we opted to get our sea legs on, and signed up for an adventurous sailing trip acros...

Well, it's been a few weeks since we last updated the blog, but hope you've been checking out the pics! We are doing some catching up, so some of these entries are a little outdated. After the Salkantay trek we hopped on a plane (big, expensive decision that saved us about 4 solid days of bus travel through Peru, Ecuador and Colombia) to Colombia... We, unfortunately, had to give Ecuador a skip on this trip - just not enough time to do everything - and we hope t...

We arrived in Cusco after a rocky bus trip from Copacabana... Rocky cos it involved a 6pm departure, a border crossing, a midnight bus switch, a 'we forgot to set our watches forward an hour' moment and a 4am arrival at the bus station which meant a 3hr wait on minimal sleep in order to arrive at our hostel at a civilised hour! Phew. Thank goodness for all those movies that Adrian loaded onto the iPad - we always feel a little smug when we whip them out on a long...

As far as traveling goes, you spend a lot of time covering miles between various cities, jungles, deserts, towns and maybe even a couple of hammocks strung between two cacti. Mostly all in search of a warm bed, photographic opportunities, the foodie experience, and of course to lay down (hopefully) permanent neural pathways that lead to our cherished travel memories. This can sometimes involve one to several exasperatingly long methods of transport, including bus...

Headed on a southern detour to the one-llama town of Uyuni. I can picture Mr. Eastwood cooly saying "You've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel lucky?' Well, do ya punk?". Truly an excellent setting for any spaghetti, or otherwise, western. Other than desolation, the town contains numerous salt flats-tour operators all beckoning you into their dingy pamphlet filled offices, as well as some small street vendors selling edibles for only the brave-hearted. ...