You haven't experienced 'Real Bolivia' until you get to its 'de facto' capital, La Paz. I find it hard to put into words the madness that is and was La Paz. If you can imagine Kusadasi in Turkey on Steroids mixed in with Lourdes during Pilgrimage then you might be close but even at that, it doesn't do it justice. As I mentioned in my previous Bolivia posts, you can't escape the road blockades which are just part of the whole Bolivia experience. Just be prepare...

Unfortunately I have to report another stressful bus journey. All becoming very familiar in Bolivia. After returning back from the salt flats, both very exhausted and unwell, we decided to get an overnight bus straight out of Uyuni to Sucre where we planned to take it easy for a few days. We were told that there were no toilets on the bus so I tried to be brave as I faced one of the dreaded public toilets across from the so called "bus terminal". I would be lying...

From Potosi, we got a 7 hour bus to Uyuni arriving at 10pm which was a good thing because there is absolutely nothing to do in Uyuni town itself except booking your salt flat tours. We were recommended by friends not to book this tour in advance because you can be overcharged. There are endless amounts of operators in Uyuni all offering pretty much the same thing and there is little chance that they will book out. Thank god we had no stories to report from the bu...

Welcome to the Jungle! After leaving the safe haven that was Argentina we stepped of the bus in Tarija, Bolivia, almost expecting a neighbouring country to share some similarities but this couldn't have been further from the truth. They are polar opposites. Tarija, the bus station in particular which can only be described as a war zone. Instead of just having ticket offices to buy tickets (because that would be far too organised for them) it has people roaring ...

On the road again, just can't wait to get back on the road again... Off we set with our 2 new Israeli buddies Idan & Roey and our funny American friend, Jonny. Salta was our next stop and sadly our last stop in Argentina. A good group of 5, me being the only female, although Andrew is questionable sometimes as he moans more than any woman during that time of the month than I know. Another long and unforgettable bus journey to Salta. For some reason, Andrew a...