Day 23: Sucre Early this morning, we arrived into Sucre, a beautiful whitewashed colonial town some 2,500m above sea level - a far cry from La Paz! We dropped our bags into the luggage store of our pretty hotel with internal courtyards, and went for breakfast in a nice place in the main square. I had an omelette, banana milkshake and, because I've no self-control, nachos and guacamole! It had been a long night on the bus... that's my excuse! A beautiful day, a...

Day 22: La Paz Overall, La Paz was pretty uneventful as sightseeing goes. Partly to do with exhaustion and lack of will, and partly to do with the fact that it isn't really all that enticing. It's a bustling, gritty city. It's not pretty. But that's not to say I didn't enjoy it. There's a frenetic energy that I found exciting! I just probably wouldn't rate it as a tourist destination. However, on day three of La Paz I felt I really should make an effort. The p...

Day 21: La Paz and Bye bye Gino Today was a total of a write off. After a night on the tiles and feeling tired and emotional, not a whole lot of touristing was going to get done. Not least because today our trusty guide Gino, the slow talking Peruvian, departed. Over the course of the previous three weeks, we'd come to depend on Gino for everything: where to eat, when to get up, what to do, what to spend... pretty much everything! Not only that, he helped each o...

Day 20: La Paz After three amazing weeks exploring, experiencing and falling in love with Peru, the time had come to leave. With a heavy heart, I packed my things and boarded the bus that would take us to the border and across to Bolivia. A quiet, sleepy five hours, journeying past the vast expanse of Lake Titicaca until we reached the border. There, we had to get off the bus, and met the local guide, Jonathan, who would take us through the border; Gino would ...

Day 19: Luquina Chica Homestay Our night with the host family was serenaded by a choir of animals - donkeys, dogs, cockerels and a whole host of other cocophonpus creatures sounded their way through the night and the morning. However, buried deep under the weighty, woven blankets, we managed to sleep soundly despite the cold and the animal music. As the night before, we had no idea what was expected of us. We'd been briefed by our guide Gido, that breakfast woul...