We arrived in La Paz on the Friday that marked the beginning of carnival meaning the already hectic city streets were buzzing with activity. Amongst the pure confusion of the bus station we jumped in the first cab we found and weaved our way through the jammed traffic all while listening to dance music of the early naughties cranked through this tiny cabs sub woofer under a mini disco ball. Dan and I agreed that this was the first city to really get our hea...

Being hungover on a Bolivian bus that is driving the very dusty, bumpy and unsealed path from Uyuni to La Paz is not advisable. I had a sore arse from the bumps and couldn´t see or breathe from the dust. I also don´t think I was alone in thinking the bus was going to roll a couple of times as it veered off the uncomplete dirt road into dark, craterous fields to dodge roadworks. Having had very little sleep we made it back to La Paz and hoping to spend as...

When our time at the animal sanctury was up Craig, Dan, myself, Kate and Lexi all head off for the Salt Flats in Uyuni via Cochobamba and Sucre. After a plane flight and a couple of dodgy bus rides- including a psycho mini-van driver whose average speed was 150kms, a traffic jam which kept us completely stagnant for over an hour and a bus full of obnoxious Israelis- we arrived in Uyuni. Having heard that it was a complete s***hole we were pleasantly surprised t...

After some drunken persuasion in La Paz we had convinced Criag that it would be more worthwhile to join us helping animals than to stay and work in Loki- the infamous party hostel. And so the three of us set out to a small village set on the outskurts of the jungle to get funky with some animals. This wasn´t before a bus trip that included stringent milatary drug checks, getting dumped in the town at 4am in the rain whlie the bus skidded off to its destin...