Day 49: After a morning of goodbyes, tears, hugs and sniffling we embarked minus Gordon on our trip to Peru. First to Copacabana on Lake Titicaca in Bolivia for lunch and then crossing the border to Peru. Was easier than other border crossings but given police corruption we had to pretend that we didn't know Martin, that he wasn't our tour guide and under no circumstances could we behave in any other manner other than 100% tourist or otherwise the police were l...

Day 37: Up early for our trip across the Border to Bolivia. The minute we crossed the border we entered a different world. Immigration was a shack where the official ate slept and worked. There were no paved roads, only dirt tracks. Women and men continue to wear traditional dress with women wearing bowler hats, long plaited pigtails and unique clothing. We were picked up by four jeeps at the Bolivian border and these jeeps were our transport for the following ...