I was amazed. All it took was to ask a couple of locals, and I was in boot maker lane. My bus to Lima was due to leave at 2.30pm, meaning I had about 7 hours in Tacna after my 1.45am departure from Iquique. I made my way to Centro figuring that it may be a good opportunity to have repaired my ripped jeans and ripped boot I'd been getting around in for the past couple of weeks. I picked the most elderly man, thinking him to be certainly the most crafty and ex...

A whirlwind night in La Paz and a stopover at lake Titicaca. I'm still trying to work out how it is possible for such an enormous body of water to be sitting 4000m above sea level. On the four hour walk from the north to the South of the island, it was hard to remember that this was a lake and not the ocean, except for the inability to breathe properly at the high altitude. From there to Cuzco, a sweet and vibrant town. Squeezing in between a couple of locals a...