Waking up with bruised fingers and palms (clearly gripping the handle bar way too tight) we pack our bags and head for Copa, Copacabana from where we cross into Peru. Although we are excited about the next part of our adventure, we are sad to be leaving Bolivia after an amazing two weeks. Although the evidence of Bolivia's position at the bottom of the south American wealth league table is everywhere (you seldom see private car on the road, instead minibus...

So we head back to our beloved La Paz (only this time with friends, a renewed love for cocktails, a public toliet with no doors and a puking out of a bus window incident under our belts) and book ourselves onto the ´Death road´ tour. This was a day long mountain biking trip where we biked down the ´world most dangerous road.´ Now I think I am pretty brave when it comes to most things but at times I felt like throwing myself off the 600m high cliffs just...

Never did I think I would feel at ease when surrounded by alligators but by the end of our incredible 3 day trip in the Amazon, I was quite frankly bored of the things. At first they were a bit on the scary side...on the first night we went alligator watching where we were each given a flash light to shine into the pitch black water and when you shone your touch at a gator all you could see were their orange eyes! And they were everywhere so a tad creepy....

So when Bolivians say the bus leaves at 11am, they mean 1.30pm and when they tell you it takes 17 hours, they actually meant 22. We knew from the outset this was not going to be the journey of dreams. And it was far from it. Inconveniences included extreme fog (to the extent I'm sure the driver could not see the road, never good when you are driving on the edge of a mountain) a top speed of 20mph and excess cargo that not only delayed the departure time, sl...

It all begins with a teary goodbye with Mama Matile as i board the £4 train from Lichfield to London and a struggle through London rush hour with a bulging bag, a goodbye meal with Pye, a celebratory bottle of wine, an over booked plane, two extra leg room seats, too few TVs, a dodgy American accent, a failed customs joke, a lost baby, a delayed departure, a stolen pen and a secret stash of Oreos later, we arrive in La Paz. But there's no rest for the wi...