Day 63 - Monday 3rd May At 10 I joined some kiwis Brett and Mark who I'd noted on the hostel logbook had put their occupations as 'zoo keeper' and 'stone mason' (read lawyer and accountant, this concept I would soon have to adopt...) for a dune buggying tour with sandboarding thrown in for fun. It's a converted Toyota Land Cruiser and I take converted loosely. It bears no resemblance to the 4x4. A steel frame around a huge, noisy engine with even bigger tires, i...

Day 62 - Sunday 2nd May We arrived into Nazca around 7am (obviously being woken up in good time by Jonathon, who gave us a snack and collected our blanket and pillow. I was on the same bus as the Spanish couple Jordi and Karen so we got straight in a taxi and headed to the airport. I was told about the Nazca lines as a small child and have always, always wanted to go there so had no choice but to pay the $80 for the overflight. Mysterious drawings in the desert ...

Day 59 - Thursday 29th April Arrived in The Point Hostel around 6am to find the most incredibly comfy bed in South America. Just what I needed after the bus! Another standard bread and jam breakfast while watching New Moon rounded off the morning. For the afternoon I walked into town with some guys from my room, Brishan (from Manchester), Anders (from Norway, IS my cousin Charlie in 10 years time) and Omri (from Israel). We found the most incredible Turkish keba...

Day 56 - Monday 26th April Another hearty Real McCoys Full English later and I took the city tour of local Incan ruins, all impressive with Saqsayhuaman (pronounced sexy woman) taking the prize. HUGE stones perfectly carved to form the Puma's head to the body that the shape of Cusco takes up, complete with 3 huge towers for the eyes and mouth (sadly long since destroyed by the Spanish)... For the evening I met up with the guys for one last dinner with Jon, Nick...

Day 53 - Friday 23rd April Early start to our Inca Jungle trek but we were all packed up and raring to go. We had to take a long-ish bus ride to the start but we managed to get a good view from a lookout over the sacred valley. At the top of the pass we were given slightly sketchier bikes than in Bolivia and were told that they didn't want to hold us up, thus they'd meet us 20km down the road in a small village. We set off to spectacular views and some even more...