Feels good to be back in la paz the same day I arrived on a 10 hr overnight bus to uyuni. The trip to uyuni was well worth it considering the hours to get there. Bolivia is beautiful and so surreal that a landscape like that exist. A cactus island that use to be under the sea in the middle of the salt lakes. It seems a little unbelievable that we we’re walking on salt, so naturally I tasted it. it was salt if course.

Unbelievable and I was fortunate enough to share this experience with a lovely British couple ( Michael and Karen) I met who was on their year long honey moon. We all seemed to share the same sense of humor and got a long quiet well. And apparently we had the party jeep where our car seemed to always be pumping random music everytime we came back from our little excursions. They had a range of music taste and it was kinda funny how by the end of the day with the sun setting behind us, the Bolivians had began playing the Australian anthem for me. ha. I am not at all patriotic but I am Australian. it followed by the British anthem. And then the French which was dramatic, followed by the Bolivian one which had an electric guitar opening. Loved it. Why they had these anthems on their playlist, I am not sure but it kept us guessing what they were going to play next.

Even the 6hr trip on a quad bike around la paz was pretty unbelievable. The route was more difficult then the last one but I drove around different mountains ranging from green pastures to desert dusk in a matter of hours. Passing through these small little towns felt like I was in a movie. There were kids sitting around in the middle of the desert waiting for something to happen and it seemed me riding through it, wasn’t very interesting. The roads were narrow dirt tracks on the sides of hills, short sharp turns meant you can’t go very fast cause a wrong move could send you over the hills. I guess the Bolivians are use to these roads cause they were going pretty fast, like it was a race course. I had so much fun that day but by the end of it I was pretty exhausted and sick of driving. I think you have to see the landscapes in which laz paz sits on in order to really appreciate la paz, otherwise it looks like just another city. So get yourself to a proper look out if you’re reading this.

So the bus ride to cross the border to Bolivia wasn’t bad with a stop over for lunch. I was a little sad to say goodbye to Peru, especially cause I didn’t expect to like it so much. But Bolivia, I’m here. I ended up having to sit in the front seat next to the bus driver on theBolivian bus cause they overbooked it. This British guy joined me as well except he only had a cushion for his butt. It has come to my understanding that the pre-requisite for bus drivers is that they have to be crazy. It was scarier sitting at the front. The bus driver was a nice guy though despite his lack of patience with us. He really didn’t wanna run over the rabbit. It was a split second that it just popped onto the road. It probably upset me more though. The country was quiet clean despite everything. Lake titicaca on the Bolivian side was just as beautiful. As we arrived in the traffic congested city of la paz, Che Guevara was noticeably revered. There was jst so much stuff everywhere. Anything you could think of, you could buy on the streets. This was not what I expected of La paz. So me, Briton and Russia split ways and after I checked in, I went looking for food. by that time it was bout 7pm and dark. There are little street stalls everywhere and as I walked by a few looking for after-dinner snacks, I came across a few that had animal parts and animal heads. I don’t think I was looking at snack stalls anymore but I was at what they called the witch’s market. I later found out that these animal parts were IIama foetuses and dried lamb corpses. Apparently they were used for worship to pachamama. I’m trying not to think of the animal cruelty involved here. It was a shock. You can’t really judge a country that is seen as the poorest country in SA. The city sits on mountains and hills and seeing it all in front of your eyes can be quiet intimidating.

I took a quad bike up to mallasa and the moon valley a day later and my god it had the most amazing views. It was so fun driving through the little villages and overlooking the city. A must do and a highlight. People were actually walking up these treacherous hills while I was quad biking up it. Don’t know how long it would take to walk it.

Bolivia has really beautiful natural landscapes. Deserts, lakes and snow all in a few hours between each other. Somehow these past two weeks has become somewhat of an unexpected adventure.

Cuzco is a really beautiful town that it’s hard to take it all in. The day is hot and the night is fucking cold. A fond Memory of us running through the narrow cobble stone streets of San blas after dinner with…but of course hippies and dreadlocks playing their guitars, running with us.
And it is in this little town, I waved goodbye to the girls and my food poisoning kicked in straight after. I felt better after 24 hrs but it kicked in again on the overnight bus to puno cause I took some medication that screwed with me. Oh my god, hell broke open the next day as I arrived at 5am in the morning and did a whole day tour to the floating islands, finishing at 6pm. It was a bad idea and in between this tour I must’ve looked in agony as I walked off alone cause my guide floated up next to me like a ghost and asked me how I was going. He had such angular features and looked a little Egyptian. He was so sweet, think Peruvians tend to look after you cause coming to puno, this old man let me queue jump a dozen people on the bus and somebody else gave me a little cute pin with dolls.
Anyhow, it blew my mind that people were actually building islands out of reeds on their own and living on them still today, like the 21st century never came about. Every month they will cover the floor with new reeds to keep the island fressshhh. No judgement on my end. They let me and a russian chick play dress up with their clothes. Like seriously. Now, In another real solid island made of earth, that we visited that same day, people still followed old traditions. So when a women and a man gets engaged, the women cuts her hair and blends it with wool and sews a belt for him to wear that protect his back from heavy labour. (You should see what these people carry on their backs.) That is love for you haha If you can’t handle this love then it’s not your type of love. I really should’ve taken pictures of this belt cause I think all of us were dumbfounded. However, despite all it’s traditions in this island, there was still some evidence of the 21st century making it’s mark. So there is a pouch that all of them carry around that had coca leaves in it that they will exchange with others. But instead of putting coca leaves in it now, they put their iPhones and iPods and exchange music instead. hahaha cute.

To my understanding these are quiet touristic places and how come I never heard details about them. So those islands were Uros and Taquille for you on lake titicaca.

Anyhow, after dinner with my new russian friend and under the advice of the guide, I booked a bus outta the country the next day via copacabana to Bolivia cause I was told it had better views.

This trip has long been anticipated and has been in the works ever since  I came back from my last one. it’s funny how it happened the way it did. It started out to be 6months in Cuba studying and changed to 3 months around the world? Landing in Brazil and flying to Peru and Bolivia for 2-3 weeks to visit and travel with friends. Then finally back to the much anticipated Brazil for 5 weeks and really just surfing and dancing! Of course watching football at night with a few parties. I am really looking forward to this part. Just being and doing what I love. After that a wedding in Switzerland and a stop over in Portugal; short course in Milan for two weeks and back home in August with a drop by in Singapore to visit my little brother. It sounds like a crazy trip but I can always make time to breath a little! The only problem is if I want that breath? 
Well, I’m taking it now I guess as the past week and a half has been non-stop which I have to say I’m congratulating myself for doing quiet well considering I was battling jet lag (x2), altitude sickness, lack of sleep and finally but not least, food poisoning in the last few days. I mean the altitude sickness never stops cause I keep getting higher and higher every city I go. Just when I think I’m safe, walking upstairs to get a bottle of water can easily take my breath away. Fuckers!

So from the beginning… and just try imagining these sentences in point form. haha  

Anyhow, needless to say the 8 hrs layover in chile was horrible as It would be midnight in Sydney but the sun was blazing behind the clouds in South America and by the time I got to São Paulo it was 3am in the morning in brazil. I prepaid for a taxi and had completely walked by the taxi stand and continued walking to the other side of the car park. The taxi driver went looking for me and asked me what I was doing….. hahahha Give me a break I Jst had 24+ hrs without sleep. Anyhow, despite telling him I knew no portuagese, he continued talking to me like there was a chance. hahah oh the optimism. So I played along. He had quiet an animated personality and when he finally found my street he pointed to a dark run down house insisting we were at the right place. So between a series of me, as the adult, giving him a confident no and him finally pleading with me as a 45 year old child with a simple ‘yes’, He rolled the car up and I finally saw the building next door and realised I was in the right place. haha. I actually really enjoyed his company. 

The few days in São Paulo was a bit of a blur but I did meet up with martha and sarah there for a day before we departed and reunited in Peru the next. It was nice catching up with the girls there in villa madelena. At one stage as we were making our way back to their hotel through the gay parade, we had a dozen police officers surrounding us and asking each other if either knew English and giving us directions. I don’t know if any knew what they were taking bout? I was a little embarrassed, as you would be. I really do love brazilians though. 

So…. flying to lima/ cuzco was tiring cause it meant the clock was 3 hrs forward and it was 2am in the morning again…jet lag #2. My next flight was in 5 hrs. When I met up with the girls again, They had done quiet a bit of shopping and bought quiet a few shoes. Who would’ve thought Peruvian fashion was quiet on trend. We visited pisaq only to discover that the whole set up was for potato farming but these potatoes grew up with the most amazing views. And in ollantaytambo you could see the mountains in which the ‘incas’ had carved faces on. it’s pretty surreal. I mean how do you even carve faces on mountains?
slavery didn’t exist back then so they did this willingly.

We really didn’t know how we were going to find our way to our accommodation in agua calientes (small town from Machu Picchu) but as we boarded the train at night, it felt like we were in Harry potter taking a train to hogwarts hahahh. Fun times. And as we arrived at midnight we were surprised to find our hotel personnel waiting for us with a sign. As we trudged to the top of the stairs of the train platform, martha informs us she can hear someone calling her name. she must be hearing things cause come on who knows us in Peru? but as we looked over the stairs- just picture this small Peruvian guy waving a piece of paper in the air and screaming in the top of his lungs as the crowd disperses “Martha Bolous”. It was quiet dramatic and he turned out to be one of our Machu Picchu guides. haha. The following day he’d tell us how worried about us he was cause we were always either looking for our guide or falling behind. haha 

As for Machu Picchu- no words can describe it!

This trip has long been anticipated and has been in the works ever since I came back from my last one. it’s funny how it happened the way it did. It started out to be 6months in Cuba studying and changed to 3 months around the world? Landing in Brazil and flying to Peru and Bolivia for 2-3 weeks to visit and travel with friends. Then finally back to the much anticipated Brazil for 5 weeks and really just surfing and dancing! Of course watching football at night with a few parties. I am really looking forward to this part. Just being and doing what I love. After that a wedding in Switzerland and a stop over in Portugal; short course in Milan for two weeks and back home in August with a drop by in Singapore to visit my little brother. It sounds like a crazy trip but I can always make time to breath a little! The only problem is if I want that breath?
Well, I’m taking it now I guess as the past week and a half has been non-stop which I have to say I’m congratulating myself for doing quiet well considering I was battling jet lag (x2), altitude sickness, lack of sleep and finally but not least, food poisoning in the last few days. I mean the altitude sickness never stops cause I keep getting higher and higher every city I go. Just when I think I’m safe, walking upstairs to get a bottle of water can easily take my breath away. Fuckers!

So from the beginning… and just try imagining these sentences in point form. haha

Anyhow, needless to say the 8 hrs layover in chile was horrible as It would be midnight in Sydney but the sun was blazing behind the clouds in South America and by the time I got to São Paulo it was 3am in the morning in brazil. I prepaid for a taxi and had completely walked by the taxi stand and continued walking to the other side of the car park. The taxi driver went looking for me and asked me what I was doing….. hahahha Give me a break I Jst had 24+ hrs without sleep. Anyhow, despite telling him I knew no portuagese, he continued talking to me like there was a chance. hahah oh the optimism. So I played along. He had quiet an animated personality and when he finally found my street he pointed to a dark run down house insisting we were at the right place. So between a series of me, as the adult, giving him a confident no and him finally pleading with me as a 45 year old child with a simple ‘yes’, He rolled the car up and I finally saw the building next door and realised I was in the right place. haha. I actually really enjoyed his company.

The few days in São Paulo was a bit of a blur but I did meet up with martha and sarah there for a day before we departed and reunited in Peru the next. It was nice catching up with the girls there in villa madelena. At one stage as we were making our way back to their hotel through the gay parade, we had a dozen police officers surrounding us and asking each other if either knew English and giving us directions. I don’t know if any knew what they were taking bout? I was a little embarrassed, as you would be. I really do love brazilians though.

So…. flying to lima/ cuzco was tiring cause it meant the clock was 3 hrs forward and it was 2am in the morning again…jet lag #2. My next flight was in 5 hrs. When I met up with the girls again, They had done quiet a bit of shopping and bought quiet a few shoes. Who would’ve thought Peruvian fashion was quiet on trend. We visited pisaq only to discover that the whole set up was for potato farming but these potatoes grew up with the most amazing views. And in ollantaytambo you could see the mountains in which the ‘incas’ had carved faces on. it’s pretty surreal. I mean how do you even carve faces on mountains?
slavery didn’t exist back then so they did this willingly.

We really didn’t know how we were going to find our way to our accommodation in agua calientes (small town from Machu Picchu) but as we boarded the train at night, it felt like we were in Harry potter taking a train to hogwarts hahahh. Fun times. And as we arrived at midnight we were surprised to find our hotel personnel waiting for us with a sign. As we trudged to the top of the stairs of the train platform, martha informs us she can hear someone calling her name. she must be hearing things cause come on who knows us in Peru? but as we looked over the stairs- just picture this small Peruvian guy waving a piece of paper in the air and screaming in the top of his lungs as the crowd disperses “Martha Bolous”. It was quiet dramatic and he turned out to be one of our Machu Picchu guides. haha. The following day he’d tell us how worried about us he was cause we were always either looking for our guide or falling behind. haha

As for Machu Picchu- no words can describe it!