I seem to write a lot about bus journeys in these blogs and the bus from Arequipa to Cusco definitely requires a mention.. My god it started out so well! We were 'lucky' enough to bag seats 1 and 2 on the double decker bus meaning we had panoramic views and extra leg room. The seats were the comfiest yet and before long we had a lovely little lady come round and bring us a complementary dinner of rice, chicken and potato (they love a bit of double carbs here) fol...

Unfortunately Becky's altitude sickness takes a turn for the worse when we arrive in Arequipa so she hits the sack immediately leaving me with a several hours to kill before an acceptable bed time hour. I try and be brave and tell myself that a walk around this new location is well within my confidence levels but the minute the sun starts setting and the streets get dark I head into the closest Internet cafe, blog a bit before returning to the comfort and safety...

Well hello Peru! We start the second part of the trip by doing what we do best... drinking. Pisco (a kind of rum tasting liquor) is the national drink of Peru and mixed with lime, sugar and egg whites creates a delightful little cocktail called a Pisco Sour. Although served throughout Bolivia, we thought it necessary to wait until we were in its home country before sampling and they did not disappoint (although by numero 3, were starting to get a tad on the sic...

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...