Next stop en route was Bolivia, the highest country on the continent. It is also one of the poorest, hottest, coldest, wettest and driest countries on earth. Feeling intrigued, we set off to find out what it was all about. Our journey across the border from Argentina to Bolivia started, as many of the days in South America had, with a bus ride. It was only 7 hours though, so it didn't really count. On reaching the border town we managed to find what looked like a...

Argentina, the land of football, steak and red wine - with that in hand I was sure that I was going to enjoy being there. Argentina's a big place (maybe not quite as big as Slough though) and once again we had a lot of ground to cover and precious little time to do it. The answer? Buses. And lots of them. We rolled across the border from Chile into a town called Bariloche that promised good walks, stunning scenery and a hint of the Switzerland, being a ...

Our journey to the final new continent of the trip was longwinded to say the least. After bidding a fond farewell to LA and all its comforts we boarded the first of 3 flights that would take us to Santiago de Chile via Costa Rica and Peru. It was a long and tiring journey but eventually we did arrive into Chile's capital city at 3am, two days after we set off, and just had to wait until the buses started up at 7am to get to our hostel and a much needed bed...

After 4 months of running around the world at what seems like an unmaintainable pace, our next stop on The Cook Islands offered the chance for a well earned rest and the unimaginable thought of not having to board any form of long distance transport for eight days! This leg of the tour also offers me the chance to write a relatively brief blog, particularly when compared to the recent barrage of prose that we have spouted since our time in Australia and Ne...

And so it was time to head north. Alan was very excited by the prospect of a 'real' car ferry experience - 3.5 hours sailing the slightly choppy Cook Straits to windy Wellington. I was less excited at the prospect of arriving at 2am and having to find somewhere to sleep for the night, but I sailed onwards nevertheless. After a rather pleasant time watching the US Open women's final on the crossing we arrived in Wellington ready to find a spot to bed down. This ...