As frenetic as it is high above sea level, La Paz is open for business 24/7, packed to the rafters with almost every item for sale you can think of and shows no signs of falling asleep. At times hot by day and freezing by night, the city is set in a deep volcano, with the Main Street at the very bottom, which makes walking painful if not extremely tiring. Having said that the views are breathtaking (literally) with high rises (probably the only ones in Bolivia) a...

It is rumoured that in the rainy season, flights to the jungle NEVER leave on time. These words didn't really hit home until leaving 5 hours later than scheduled. By 1130am I was on board the smallest plane ever flown for someone my size (only 15 seats) and bound for the small town of Rurrenabaque, in North Eastern Bolivia. The flight certainly was the kind to raise your heart rate. You felt every bump, every change in altitude and I swear I heard the motors cut ...

Cochabamba was a place I visited to originally kill some time en route to LaPaz. When I began reading about it however, I discovered it was actually the gastronomic capital of Bolivia! Cool! Everything was looking up. Myself and my Argentinian pal Manuel were on our way to a (possible) smorgasbord of Bolivia's finest. Arriving at 430am we joined 2 frenchies to a hostel (the owner wasn't happy) and hit the hay. I was well and truly awake that morning after receiv...

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...