It's been a while since we've been in one place long enough and with good enough Internet to update our blog properly. Therefore, whilst we're now in Chile I'm going to pick up where Steph left off and briefly describe to you our time at Lake Titicaca and our onward journey to Cusco. We took the bus from La Paz to Copacabana, a small town on the southern shore of Lake Titicaca. We bumped along the dusty roads out of La Paz over the desolate and vast Altipla...

We arrive after a long flight on the Altiplano. First impression - a sprawl of red brick buildings. After the immigration procedures (lots of papers to fill in) and the high military presence, which seems to be the case across SA, we finally make it through. They always seem to take a little longer with my passport, which makes me even more nervous, while I stand there with a beating heart and a fixed smile. Waiting in line to get our baggage tags checked we stri...

Buenos Aires is often said to be the most European city in South America, and from our short time there we can see why. The architecture, the fashion and even the look of the porteños (the locals) lend the city a Parisian feel. On our first day, we took a train about an hour out of the city and visited Tigre, which lies on the Paraná Delta. The delta is one of the largest in the world and there is a vast system of islands and waterways to explore. Tigre was an...

For the sake of a peaceful trip, Chris and I have decided to take turns blogging. :-) After the headiness of Rio, we made our way to the Brazilian side of the Iguaçu falls. The falls were amazing and the experience marred only by being ripped off by a taxi and a bus driver. 2 to 0 for the locals! Hostel Natura offered us a taste of nature with freezing cold showers and no electricity. We fared a little better on the Argentine side with the most amazing food (ye...

Rio de Janeiro - River of January - has been a very exciting place to start our travels. The local people (known as 'Cariocas' - from the Quechua word meaning 'people who sing along to a backing track') have been kind and friendly, not to mention patient with my pathetic attempts to speak Portuguese (mainly involving me lapsing into bad Spanish). The highlight has to be us paragliding/hangliding over Tijuca National Park onto São Conrado beach followed closely b...