Samaipata, Bolivia
Sitting in a beautiful organic garden overlooking rolling hills, we were beginning to relax after a very bumpy bus ride which ended when we were dumped at the roadside in the early hours of the morning. We opened the hatch to retrieve our backpacks, and struggled to find them under a good inch of dust that had been sucked in from the road. On the map we had hardly moved at all, but with poor and indirect roads we knew that was an important section of the journey ...