Within two hours of arriving in Santiago, Dan and I were huddled in a doorway, sitting on our bags, with our raincoats on prepared to spend the next three or four hours sleeping exactly where we were! After leaving the airport we managed, with some effort, to find an ATM and grab a taxi to our hostel. We we had arrived in Chile a day early so had no booking, but we figured we could just book an extra night on arrival. Having succesfully located said hostel we kno...

Cordoba, to be perfectly honest wasn't all that great I'm sad to say. Those that had been before raved about the nightlife and informed us the town was as beautiful as Cafayate. Perhaps it is, normally, but we had only had one day to explore Cordoba and that just happened to be a Sunday. Nothing is open or working on a sunday and it was more like a ghost town than a university city. We had driven twelve hours to arrive and it was going to take us twelve hours to ...

After we had succesfully crossed the border we drove for approximately five hours before reaching Salta. We arrived unexpectedly late and we were forced to camp outside of the city as a consequence. As soon as we arrived Dan began sniffing out the meat and within an hour of being in Salta we were ordering dinner in one of Salta's best known steakhouses. I'll spare you the details but three bottles of wine and three kilos of beef later we were carwling into our te...

Our stay in Sucre was very much treated as two days to catch up on sleep, laundry and some half-decent grub! On our second night there, we all went out for the world's highest swiss fondue. I'm not a huge fondue fan but it seemed the altitude helped. It was amazing and, three or four bottles of red wine later, we staggered home, passing an outside concert in the dark. We fell into a much needed deep sleep while the sounds of the samba drifted in through our windo...

Thursday morning was very hectic. There had been riots in Peru the day before and hundreds of people were flocking to the borders in an attempt to flee the country and escape arrest. This meant there would be larger queues and extra police at the border, we were hoping to cross, into Bolivia. We decided to leave earlier than planned and said goodbye to Puno at 5am. Still dark, it was a beautiful city and a great view, which would be our last of Peru. A perfect sc...