So looks like I'm up next for the guest blog writer nomination (using the term 'writer' very loosely) - I'm not sure I'm going to be able to top Chica Blanca's epic blog entry but here goes nothing….

It was a very dark day in Bogota the night Chica Blanca departed the cranky croc hostel (cranky being a very apt word here for our mood that night...) The Colombian dream was over, the squad was splitting up and we could hardly believe it! That evening involved a lot of lying around sobbing and reminiscing (our hangover fears at an all time high!)

Anyway before we knew it off she went into the dark of the night in her cab while we hung about contemplating the next chapter without the Queen networker. Thankfully for my remaining 17 days she lived vicariously through us via what's app. Day one post Chica saw us exploring Bogota in a whole new light - the hangover and fear was gone so we decided to be pro-active and do a really cool graffiti tour. Who knew the, at times grim city could have so much culture. Post tour came an unreal dining experience - Good steak, good beer (our last few club colombias!) and standard DMCs. In fact, we enjoyed it so much we completely lost track of time and nearly missed our flight If it wasn't for Dani, we would have been stranded in Colombia! Anyway post rushing and ultimate panic running through the hostel collecting our bags (we had become experts at this), a brand new chapter began - BOLIVIA!

First stop, La Paz - Arrival time 3am, which had us all in very hyper form - NOT! That, mixed with the serious bang of altitude sickness saw us take to our bunk beds at the wild rover nice and quickly - All of us obviously hoping for a bottom bunk (standard hostel hope) La Paz was a total mix bag of new culture for us - Alpaca jumper haggling and buying, the witches markets, coco leaves, some serious gin drinking, naked bar dancing (not us, I promise) , a walking tour (yes, we did a million of these in total), the wild rover hostel experience, altitude sickness (me suffering the most of course) and the most crazy Aussie chick we've ever met. Anyway, it would be an absolute crime not to focus in on our two highlights of La Paz.. Death Road (sorry mum) and San Pedro prison (Marching Powder fans dream) I think I'll struggle to put into words how happy and amazing I felt the day of the death road experience - clear blue sunny skies, excellent tour guide and group mixed with adrenaline, fear and banter. What more could you want? Well, not Sarah falling off her bike at the end anyway - oh wait that is what happened! She thankfully lived to tell another tale! Doctor calling to the hostel that night post vodka in-take and hospital visit the next morning all followed (Dani being the better friend going to the hospital with her, JC being selfish and too drunk to attend and hold her non damaged hand!) - sure she's nothing if not dramatic in the famous sling!! J San Pedro held a special place for myself and Dani - the Police stopping us from getting selfies at the door a bit of craic all the same. We still managed a sneaky selfie - would have been rude not to!

Next stop - Sucre! A 12-hour over night bus journey - a hangover and sleeping tablet helped pass the time here! Anyway, Sucre: Two words - hippy and cult like! Anyone for yoga or a massage train? Time to chill, cleanse and wear our alpaca jumpers until they needed to be surgical removed from us. Cleansing went well - NOT! Before we knew it a full bottle of gin and wine was gone. My mouth is watering here at the thought of Dani's special gin cocktails served in the very hipster and edgy jam jars (thought we were the bizzzz) . Party scene in Kultur Berlin with the Swedish - stumbling home a good few hours after the hippy hostel curfew (Charming Collins managing to secure the key from the boss lady to ensure our safe arrival at our bunks) Hangovers mixed with Monday night Bolivian beers at the city's lookout - vertical hill climb, deck chairs, sun, spotify and DMCs summed up that night.

Next stop - Potosi; one of the highest cities in the world. Cue the shortness of breath. The bus journey to here consisted of amazing views, Spanish lessons and a smelly old local man falling asleep on Dani. They were almost spooning at one stage! Cuuuuuuuute! In true Dani fashion, she didn't hold back shoving him off her once she herself woke up! Collins and myself were kept very entertained behind them! So anyway, one night pit stop here for one reason only - THE MINES! Signing the death waver before we entered should have been the warning sign for us to turn back but sure in true wolf pack recklessness fashion we ploughed on, dark into the underground of a sliver mountain. Something the three of us will surely never forget! After two hours underground we ran for the light at the end of the tunnel - literally! Headaches and sore throats - God bless the miners!

Then it was onto Uyuni - the hostel felt like we were in the middle of Bangkok but like always, we looked on the bright side and stayed positive - cracks in the windows and all. SALT FLATS TOUR. Three days of epic-ness (is that even a word!!) Lagoons, volcanoes, mountains, rocks, salt flats (obvo), alpacas, lagoons, a salt hotel, postcard views, jeep driving, lagoons, music and singing in the jeep, lagoons - have I mentioned we saw lagoons?! Highlight - organized pictures and the hell-hole accommodation the second night - it's all about the lasting experiences sure!! Slept in every piece of clothing we had to keep warm - blocked toilets, dancing and singing locals, red wine, Israelis, cramped rooms with strangers, dirty bed sheets and that's just summarizing it briefly. A total LTD moment and a tour we'll never forget!

Crossing the boarder to Chile - picturesque to say the very least. SAN PEDRO DE ATACMA. What a place. A fun filled lil town with roasting weather and perfectly chilled happy vibes. Oh and to shower was lovely too! Holllllllaaaaaaaaa! It really was the lil things! Hippy, stoner party hostel with rooftop bar? Yes please!! We fitted right in with the locals sure - day time coronas, sun bathing, gin, hostel BBQ, mingling, raves in the Chilean dessert and star gazing - just to name a few of my final activities of my trip!

My last day with the squad was bliss - we spent it in rare luxury. Pool side in a four star hotel, sunbathing, eating, drinking and DMC'ing (what we did best!) The perfect ending to the perfect trip. To say there were floods of tears and heavy hearts the next morning at my 6am departure was an understatement.

Memories and friendships made for life! As I sit here and write this piece I realise how I'm still not over it all. It's hard to put it all the memories into words.

The world is wide and life is short. A friend of mine once told me to live the questions now and that's what we certainly did.