We were excited about Cuzco and had done our research and looked into Hostels prior, so we jumped in our taxi and got the conversation right and he speeded off to our requested hostel. Little did we know that with all the bus strikes people had been stranded in Cuzco and all our hostel choices were full, luckily it was daytime and safe to wonder the streets loaded up like a donkey to search. We also had added protection a stray dog had taken a shine to us and f...

After our fantastic day we decided to move on swiftly, saving a little time. We are very excited as our next bus journey is only 4 hours!! If you have read the other blogs you will appreciate that this is a very short journey. Again we saved a few pennies and walked from the harbour to the bus station, I understand that usually these walks aren't very far but when you are walking in a country you don't know you are never really sure where you are heading too yo...

Pisco at a glance looked horrible, the buildings were half built, the roads were dirty, there was smashed glass on the floor and lots of busy people. However, at a second glance and after talking to some locals we found out that in 2007 a earthquake hit and and the town hasn't fully recovered. We found a hostel and booked a tour for the "poor man Galapagos" and the national park. We went into the heart of Pisco as on our way into the town we saw a hug...

Our bus journey to Tumbles was nothing out of the ordinary, however our cute English charm had worked on the bus attendant and he rushed us through the two passport controls, shouting in Spainsh to the officials when they wanted money or us to go to the back of the line. It was all an experience and English are know for their queuing and the South Americans really aren't. There was one poster that caught my eye in the immigrations office, it was a full length p...

After an 14 hour long bumpy bus trip we arrived at Guayaquil bus terminal, which was an experience in itself. The bus terminal was first class top of the range and made Honduras airport look shabby. Like normal one of us sat with the bags and the other went bus hunting armed with either the Lonely Planet or a piece of scrap paper with the name of our destination on. We eventually managed to identify the bus company we required from the 102 which were available an...