After our adrenaline bike ride down "The World's Most Dangerous Road", we felt the need to chill-out for a day or two. The town of Coroico was the perfect place - it's biggest attraction is it's slow pace. Perched on the shoulder of a mountain, the town has amazing views across a forested canyon and our hostel really made the most of the location ... the view from our balcony was fantastic. We quickly settled in with a bottle of local Bolivian red wine - it's ...

A mountain bike ride down the "Worlds Most Dangerous Road", also affectionately know as "Death Road", was an adrenalin rush we had to experience while in Bolivia. The narrow gravel road is carved out of a mountain side with sheer drops of up to 600m and very few safety barriers. The name "Death Road" is justified, as on average, one vehicle every fortnight would disappear over the edge. The road is so dangerous the government built a new safer road on the oppo...

After enjoying the tranquility of the mountains around Sorata, our arrival in Bolivia's capital city was a shock to the system. La Paz was bustling with activity - hordes of people, cars and buses filled the narrow streets and we had to fight our way through the crowds to find a decent hostel. Each hostel we arrived at was either charging a fortune for a room or was a complete dive. After spending an hour walking the busy streets (with our heavy backpacks) we ...

Our journey to Sorata turned out to be the worst journey of the trip so far. Sorata is a remote village and getting there involved three phases. Phase one was a regular bus, which went without any issues. Phase two was a ferry across Lake Titicaca, which again was problem free. But things began to go wrong as we moved into phase three - the "micro" bus. A bit like a shared taxi, the "micro" bus is usually a beaten up old mini bus in which the driver picks a ...

Today we entered our fourth country - Bolivia. It's the poorest country on our tour of South America and as we crossed the border there was certainly a greater feeling of poverty. The roads had more pot holes, the cars were more beaten up and the houses were more ram-shackled. The small town of Copacabana was our first stop and to our amazement the town was having a fiesta. It does seem like every-time we arrive in a new town it's party time! On this occasio...