Taking these photos was both very good fun and quite painful at times!
Our final Bolivia excursion was a 3-day/2-night tour of Salar de Uyuni (the largest salt flat in the world) and the surrounding areas. I’ll be writing this post as I go along,however I suspect I won’t write too much – Uyuni is a place where pictures are worth way more than the standard thousand words.
I’ve heard that it’s the hottest spot north of Havana, but unfortunately the Copacabana that Harry and I visited this weekend was incredibly cold! It’s hard to believe that I was seeing frozen car windows and frost on the ground when barely a week ago I was lounging topless on the sundeck of a boat.
Our first main activity in Bolivia: mountain biking down the World’s Most Dangerous Road, also known as Death Road and the Devil’s Highway.
The price of food in Bolivia astounds me. Here are a few examples, with prices converted to GBP, of what I’ve eaten lately: Fried chicken, chips, plantain and a Sprite (similar to a KFC deal) – £2.40 Steak burger with the trimmings – 90p Regular burger with the trimmings – 60p Jelly pudding with whipped … Continue reading
After taking the boat from Manaus to Porto Velho, Harry and I embarked on a long journey to La Paz in the heart of Bolivia.
For our adventure, the road from Manaus to Porto Velho is actually a 5-day boat journey. I will add to this post throughout the voyage, and publish it next time I am online.
Something that cannot go unnoticed when travelling through Brazil is the police presence. Firstly there are a lot of them, and secondly they are all armed. All of them. I noticed it when I was in Brazil over Easter, and I’m noticing it again now. I’ve discussed it with several volunteers whilst here, and I’ve … Continue reading
As I write this I am lying in my hammock, listening to the sounds of a busy river port, and feeling overwhelmingly relaxed. The first “chunk” of our holiday has gone exceedingly well
It’s over; it’s finished, And the day is now done. The fat lady has sung, And my holiday has begun! That’s right – I am no longer a teacher, and I am now officially a tourist! I’m not 100% sure that being “gringo” is any better than being “Sir Mark”, but I’ll bet it’ll be … Continue reading