Sucre, the quiet yet beautiful capital of Bolivia. Roofs of terracotta and walls washed white on every house, beautiful cobbled streets, great people. Turns out there isn't really much to do in Sucre, especially considering it rained a lot, however the amazing people I shared a hostel with and the great meals we cooked together made the time extremely enjoyable. Sucre was the location of my introduction to fruit juices and "jugistas" in South America. Competitio...

Finding myself in Potosi, late at night and almost 2 hours later than necessary was not really what I wanted. A city 4100m above the ocean, it has a sense of craziness and chaos (maybe it's the altitude), with people running through the streets and taxis speeding along the narrow, winding roads. It was yet again another culture shock for me, and as I hopped into that sketchy looking taxi (don't think It was one) I had never felt so eager to get showered, eat and...

I woke to the sound of the Chilean driver asking for my name at the hostel reception "Arry? Donde es Arry?" It was 45 minutes before my scheduled pickup! Luckily for him I am a bit of a speed demon when it comes to putting my clothes on (though not as fast as I am at taking them off, #ladies). In 5 minutes I was in the van and after waiting a good hour for the other tourists we were packed in like "sardinos" on the way to the Chile/Bolivia border. Border formali...