Sun, sand, surf, sea.. Ceviche and plump avocadoes that you would sell your children for.. After almost three months away from the coast and the first time by the Pacific Ocean since December, I have reached the sunny surf village of Mancora in northern Peru. The last few days have been wonderful..kicked off the hiking shoes, jacket and winter hat and found the sarong in the bottom of the backpack and settled down for some serious hammock gazing.. I am staying at...

Back in Cusco today after a week in the Valle Sagrado (Sacred Valley) after taking the advice of a friend of a friend who lives in one of the little villages in the Valley to go slowly through this part of Peru.. Good advice and it was very hard to leave yesterday.. The photos (which I will load later today) will tell the story better than I can but briefly I left Cusco last Monday morning with my little daypack packed with enough clothing and bits n pieces to la...

So, in the dead of night last night I left my beloved Bolivia.. It still hasn´t quite sunk in and fortunately the landscape and people haven`t changed too much so as to induce withdrawal symptoms and shock.. Marco and I arrived in the city of Arequipa at the ungodly hour of 3.30am..never a brilliant time to be in a bus station in any city, least of all one that has a reputation for ´thieves hiring licensed taxis and luring unsuspecting tourists who are then kid...