Hello everyone. Apologies for the massive delay in updates. We have had rather a busy time and are our now back tracking somewhat to keep this lovely little blog of ours up to date. But i shall start from the salt flats where we last left off. Day 31 The salt flats adventure begins. This morning 3 rather battered looking jeeps turned up at our door where we all stood bleary eyed from our early start. We piled in, sticking to our usual group formation with ...

Hello, Sarah again. Just a quick one to inform you that we are alive and made it safe and well out of the mines today and have arrived in Uyuni. This is the town from which we will set out in 4 wheel drives tomorrow to see the much anticipated salt flats. Day 30 Before heading to the mines today we first had to stop off along the way to get all our gear. Hilariously enough we had to walk through a butchers shop to what appeared to be someones back yard to cl...

Hey everyone, it´s Sarah again. Im reclaiming the blog from my slightly strange flag collecting travel partner. Seriously the amount this boy goes on about flags is getting scary so it needs to be quickly skimmed over. We have just arrived in Potosi, the highest city in the World at 4000m which he can add nicely to our new list of all the new highest places we´ve been...highest capital city, highest Irish pub...all the important ones. But i just want to updat...

Day 25 Cochabamba. Hmm. not a lot hear in the morning we went to a square and looked at pigeons. Really dull. Afternoon we went to Dumbos restaurant. Hmm. Really dull. We then climbed up a mountain and looked at a huge Jesus Christ looking over the city. You could go up Jesus which led to funny jokes all round. That evening we went and go on the worst over night bus ever. My legs were so long I couldnt put them on the floor without kneeing the person in front of...

Day 20 Hello Tom here, We woke up early and got onto a bus headed for La Paz Bolilvia. Very exciting. We got on the bus and soon found ourselves and the Bolivian border. We got a few stamps such is the south american fettish for stamps and we soon found ourselves walking accross the border. It was curious as I have never had such an urge to shout 'bomb' or 'get down' as I did when surrounded by men with shotguns. Still we made it safely accross without being ar...