Finally it is time to leave the big boring concrete city of Sao Paulo. We had a flight to Santa Cruz to catch which went smooth as f*** we got to the airport with ease. The flight stopped at rio grande first and then went on to Santa Cruz we thought we would have to dart threw the airport to change flight but we just had to stay on the plane, easy days! I was flying with a cold an didn't think anything of it untill we had to land twice, as soon as the plane started to land my ears popped which has never happened before it proper hurt, they didn't pop until the next day everything sounded muffled.

We was worried about getting through Bolivian boarder but it was the most half arsed pathetic operation going so it was a piece of piss!

We got to the hostel around 4 am then hit the sack! We woke the next day excited to see how cheap Bolivia was. It was cheap but not as cheap as we expected we soon learned that there was money in Santa Cruz and other places would be cheaper. We soon noticed this for are selves by the amount of Hummers on the roads.

We spent the day wondering around the town seeing what it had to offer and looking for cheap headphones and sunglasses. I popped in a local barbers got a shave for a pound which I thought was a bargain.

By now the evening was upon us and as it was Friday night we got stuck into are litre bottle of Vodka that cost the reasonable price of 2 pound and cracked on with the night. We meet a few nice people from the hostel and one f***ing annoying fat Canadian bird that didn't shut up. We went to a funky club where the only drink we could order was a half yard of beer. The more drunk you get the harder than become to drink believe me and that was that are first night in Bolivia.

I forgot to mention that the hostel we were staying in was fully sick. The dorm was massive it had a walk in wardrobe and a power shower big enough for ten, not to mention a massive swimming pool fully equipped kitchen and best of all for the weekend ESPN. So this was not a bad place to spend the day hungover.

The next day we got talking to are room mate Mario and he told us he had come from La Paz to Santa Cruz by bus and there was a massive road block. This happens quiet regularly apparently, there is a row going on between the locals and the government over the funding of schools. He told us he had to get out and walk for ten hours which sounded nice. Later in the day we meet a couple of English people who made La Paz sound like hell they told us they felt like they couldn't breather due to the altitude and when you drink you feel like your being suffocated. So by this time I was s***ting it and we had to go and buy are bus ticket, happy days.

The day of the bus, f***! Our bus was a six so we spent the day hanging around and getting more nervous. We got to the bus station and waited our bus was two hours late in this time we sat waiting watching s***ty dirty looking buses pull in and leave. When are bus arrived it was the best of a bad bunch, he got on and it was actually alright I was feeling the next 16 hours would be ok.

I had some good podcasts to listen to and I managed to get some broken sleep, I woke at around 9 and we were confident we had beat the road block. How wrong we were another half n hour down the road and we were stuck. We were the only English people on the bus and are s***ty Spanish got us nowhere we got off the bus then back on not having a clue what to do.

Then a open top van turned up and people pilled in so we followed, it was tight to say the least and we were still unsure what was going on. The van was struggling with the amount of people in the back to get up the dusty tracks so we had to get out and push at some points which was not easy with the altitude. After around an hour in the van we reached the road again further down obviously. Still with no clue where we was or where we were going we began to walk.

Then out of the blew and English film student with a crew popped out of know where she wanted to interview us which we did and she told us what to do. We needed to walk a further two hours down the road and get a local bus. At this point we were still up beat and ready for the walk ahead, surprisingly. So off we continued we never ended up getting a bus we got a taxi because they were all to full and we would have never got in with all are stuff. It turns out we were only half an hour away from La Paz. 23 hours after we left Santa Cruz we were at are hostel, thank f***!