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  • Hari 56

    Day 6 - Sucre

    28 Mei 2017, Bolivia ⋅ ⛅ 17 °C

    Every Sunday, there is a market in a nearby village called Tarbuco. It is a very traditional village where it's inhabitants wear very traditional clothing. We were dropped off at the Samay Wasi cultural centre where a very excited lady told us about the different markets and explained the difference between the handmade textiles made in the village and the synthetic rubbish you can buy anywhere so that we didn't get ripped off. We were then free to mooch around the markets. Unfortunately we don't have any photos as the traditional Bolivian women that run the market stalls believe that when you take a photo of them a little bit of their soul gets stuck inside the photograph.

    There were so many beautiful handmade blankets and ponchos, I would definitely be coming back with loads of stuff if we didn't have another 7 months of travelling ahead of us. We therefore returned to Samay Wasi empty handed for some lunch.

    Whilst we ate lunch, the very excited lady from earlier did some traditional Bolivian dancing for us. It looked like she may have been dancing with her baby brother and he definitely wasn't as into it as she was!

    After lunch we headed back to Sucre with the aim to visit one of the museums in the afternoon. Being a Sunday though everything was shut and as I still wasn't feeling great we headed back to our hostel and had a lazy afternoon watching Netflix. The wifi in Bolivia is pretty terrible so when you actually get good wifi it is very exciting!

    As we'd had a super noodle snack mid afternoon, we weren't massively hungry so opted for a burger from a classy burger establishment called Xpress.
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  • Hari 57

    La Paz

    29 Mei 2017, Bolivia ⋅ ⛅ 14 °C

    We had heard some pretty horrific stories of overnight buses in Bolivia getting hijacked so when Simon found some pretty cheap flights we opted for those over the 14 hour overnight bus journey. The journey to the airport was a little hairy though. We asked the hostel to call us a cab and 10 minutes later, what I can only describe as a clapped out banger pulled up outside. It's a miracle the car even made the 40 minute journey to the airport. There were wires hanging out from under the steering wheel so there is a rather large possibility that the driver stole and hot wired the car! The first thing we both did was went to grab the seat belts but surprise surprise there weren't any. You also know that it's a clapped out pile of junk when mini buses and trucks are overtaking you on a minor incline! There is definitely no such thing as an MOT in Bolivia! All I kept thinking the entire way was god I hope that it's a proper aeroplane! Fortunately it was and we landed safely in Laz Paz a couple of hours later. We did however suffer our second casualty of our trip, my coat, which I somehow managed to leave on the plane. Fortunately this story does have a happy ending as after the hostel kindly tried calling the lost and found for me and then pointed us in the direction of the airline office, my coat has been located and I can collect it tomorrow!

    After checking in to our hostel, aside from sorting out the whole jacket on a plane debacle, we spent the afternoon, walking around the various tour agencies to book our mountain biking tour of Death Road.
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  • Hari 58

    Day 2 - La Paz

    30 Mei 2017, Bolivia ⋅ 🌫 3 °C

    This morning we headed back to the airport to collect my coat. Instead of getting a taxi we flagged down the local minibus and jumped in with the locals. Our taxi yesterday cost us 80 bolívianos (around £9) however the mini bus only cost us 3 bolívianos each so around 67p! It's definitely worth travelling like the locals do.

    They say in Laz Paz that you can get all 4 seasons in one day and we certainly witnessed that today. When we left our hostel to get the bus, it was drizzling but at the airport it was snowing! Later in the afternoon the sun came out, crazy! One things for sure, I'm so glad I managed to get my coat back!

    After being reunited with my coat we headed to the bus to get back into town. One down side of travelling with the locals and not in a taxi is that you need to be slightly aggressive in order to get a spot. There is no British queuing system here! As soon as the bus pulled up everyone charged towards the bus. There was no way me and Si were waiting in the snow for the next one so we did as the locals do and muscled our way on to the bus! Si managed to get a front seat next to the driver (ideal for telling the driver to partially stop when you want to get out) and I couldn't be further away in the back seat.

    In the afternoon we joined a local walking tour. I think this one has made it in to our top 3 so far! The tour started outside San Pedro prison. The prison was originally built as a monastery but was later turned into a prison. It is designed to hold 400 inmates however there are now 2000+ inmates and their families living in there today. In Bolivia you are guilty until proven innocent and it can take up to 8 years to get a trial date so this is why the prison is so overcrowded. 15 prison guards are posted outside the prison during the week and only 5 at the weekend but there are none inside the prison which is run by the prisoners themselves. The prison is split into 8 sections and there is a leader of each (also a prisoner). If anyone tries to escape, then they are drowned in a well in the prison along with their family. When you first arrive in the prison, you don't get given anything by the government so you have to find yourself a place to sleep. For around 50 bolívianos a month you can buy a very small empty cell which may or may not have a mattress on the floor but for 5000 bolívianos a month you can get a space with plasma TVs and a jacuzzi! Tourists used to be able to have a tour of the prison however that stopped when people started getting hurt. You can still get an 'unofficial' tour but be warned the prison guards may not let you out again!

    After the prison we walked around one of the markets and learnt about the Bolivian women that work on the market stalls. There are hundreds of stalls selling pretty much the same thing so we had wondered how they made any money. Our guide explained that they visit the same stall every time and that 3 generations of a family could be visiting the same stall and therefore it becomes a social thing as well. If you break up with your boyfriend, you could go to the lady at the stall and she would give you a hug, that kind of thing. If you visit someone else's stall they get very upset and offended and will chuck fruit at you. After hearing this we felt obliged to visit the same lady in the market that we visited the day before to get our vegetables for dinner.

    We also got a demonstration in Bolivian flirting amongst these traditional women. In Bolivia, a women is sexy if she has wide child bearing hips, big juicy calfs and can carry a baby on her back, another on her hip and a basket up a steep hill (and La Paz is steep and at a very high altitude). You always see the women carrying everything on their backs in colourful blankets. It's very impressive and sometimes slightly terrifying when you discover that the bulge on her back is a sleeping child! Anyway back to the flirting. If a lady likes a guy she will give him the eye and swing her beautiful child bearing hips at him. He will check out her juicy calfs and if he likes her he will throw small stones at her feet. If she is feeling really saucy, she will pull up her skirt slightly so that he can see the most sexist part of her, her big juicy calf!

    After the market, we visited the witches market where you can find llama foetus' and lots of other herbs and spices for various potions! Our guide told us about a number of potions that you could buy from the witches such as a potion to get you a guy, another to get your lazy oaf of a boyfriend to start pulling his weight around the house, another to get rid of a guy and so on. The most interesting of all though was the story of the rituals that take place before you start constructing a new building / house. Before you build a house you visit one of the most senior witches (to become a senior witch you have to have survived a lightening strike) and ask them to perform the ritual for you. As part of the ritual they dig a small hole and place the llama foetus in it along with some coca leaves, 95% alcohol (that they also drink) and then set fire too it. After that the construction workers have a week long party before construction actually starts.

    Now there are also some very tall 20 storey buildings in La Paz, so our guide asked us what kind of sacrifice would be required for this ritual. I was thinking maybe a whole llama but no, the answer was a human sacrifice! So for this ritual you need an even more senior witch that has survived 2 lightening strikes (I've literally no idea how you go about getting struck by lightening once, let alone twice). These are hard to come by as apparently there are only 7 confirmed witches of this kind today. To obtain a human sacrifice they go in search of homeless people. They dress like them, hang around with them and then when they have picked their victim they ply them with alcohol and lead them unsuspectingly to the construction site. Like the llama foetus they get chucked in the hole along with a llama foetus, the coca leaves and alcohol however instead of setting them on fire they cover them in a layer of concrete, because of course human sacrifice is not legal. Now today this is more of an urban legend however there are rumours that this does still happen and bones have been found under large buildings.
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  • Hari 59

    Day 3 - La Paz

    31 Mei 2017, Bolivia ⋅ ☀️ 12 °C

    Today we took on the worlds most dangerous road or death road as it's also called. I think you can guess how it got its name! Because of this, the road is now closed to cars (I am not surprised that so many cars came off the road as it is not wide enough for 2 vehicles to pass at any point!) but remains open to lunatics that think it's a great idea to go down on a mountain bike!

    We were picked up around 8:15am from our hostel and after around an hour and a half drive, we were at the starting point. At this point we were at around 4,700m, our highest altitude yet. It was pretty cold but the sun was shining which was a good sign. There were 6 of us in total with 2 guides, Edwin and Kenneth, as well as our driver Ugo who would be following us down in the mini bus. Our guides handed out the gear, jacket, trousers, helmet and gloves and gave us our bikes. After a quick tutorial on the bikes and some safety information we were on our way.

    The first hour of the ride is considered the practice part before you reach the death road. It's a tarmac road so was really fun to cycle down. It's all downhill so you don't even need to peddle, my kind of cycling! After around an hour we stopped for some snacks and then jumped back in the bus to drive us uphill to the beginning of the death road.

    As we pulled up at the death road, the fog set in and it made it look pretty scary! Before we set off we huddled together and did a 'repeat after me' mantra whilst holding up the llama sign with our hands, then we were off. The road was not as smooth as the tarmac practice road and was pretty bumpy but we all set off at a good pace. The guides would stop us every now and then to take pictures and point out various points in the road, like this is the part where the most people died!

    After a little bit the fog started to lift and you could see the road unwind below you. The views were incredible! Along the road there were little waterfalls and streams that you had to ride through which was pretty cool.

    At one point, our guides told us to get off the bikes and sit along the edge of the road, hanging our legs over the edge. Simon sat down around 2 meters from the edge and then slowly shuffled his way to the edge. Our guide cottoned on to the fact that Simon was petrified and thought it would be funny to come up behind him and shake his shoulders! It definitely wasn't!

    After that we were back on our bikes to continue on down to the next stop. It was on this stretch of the road that I pulled out an epic somersault over the front of my handlebars when I accidentally applied a little too much pressure to my front brake! (The front and back brakes are the opposite way round here!) It hurt like hell but I fortunately escaped without any serious injuries and didn't fall off the edge of the road! But like the true trooper I am, I got back on the bike, albeit after Simon had scrapped me off the ground and Ugo had tried to knock the brake back to where it should be! Simon also managed to capture my gymnastic abilities on the gopro so I'm sure he will take great pleasure in showing the video to everyone when we get home! After that I unsurprisingly lost my need for speed and took it easy the rest of the way down.

    After around another 30 minutes riding we stopped for lunch next to the Flying Fox zip line. I decided that I had had far too much excitement for one day and we are also doing a zip line when we do Machu Picchu so we decided to give it a miss.

    After lunch we had a little bit of a flat section which required some peddling! It wasn't far but it was pretty tiring and I was glad when we got to the downhill bit again.

    Eventually we made it to the bottom where we had a celebratory beer for surviving the death road! I don't think I have ever enjoyed a beer so much. The bottom of the road was around 1400m and the lowest we have been in a couple of weeks. It felt amazing to be at a lower altitude and not get out of breath just walking around.

    Before we headed off on our 3 and a half hour journey back to La Paz (on the new non dangerous road) we had an hour or so at a hotel where we could swim in the pool and have a buffet lunch. I didn't brace the pool, Si did but it was freezing. Instead I opted for the hot shower as these are a rare commodity in Bolivia before having a lie down on a sun lounger next to the pool.

    We arrived back at our hostel around 7:30pm tired and bruised but we survived death road and we have the t shirts to prove it!
    Baca lagi

  • Hari 60

    Day 4 - La Paz

    1 Jun 2017, Bolivia ⋅ ☀️ 11 °C

    Today we had a lazy morning as we knew we would be a bit sore from death road. I wasn't too bad apart from the 35+ bites I managed to get in around 2 minutes at the end of the ride (more than both of us have had combined up until that point). Blake on the other hand was feeling the effects of her little tumble.

    We slowly got up and ready and headed to the market just down the road to grab some breakfast and fresh smoothies. Blake opted for an avocado sandwich and pineapple, kiwi and strawberry smoothie. I went for an empanada and a mango and pineapple milkshake.

    We then headed to the witches market where the agency for death road was to collect our t-shirts and DVD with all the pictures and videos on. When we walked out the shop we bumped right into Amy and Richard again fresh out of the jungle.

    La Paz has a few cable cars dotted around the city, mostly starting around the centre and ending on the outskirts of the city. We had all heard there was a market in El Alto at the top of the red line so decided to check it out. The views from the car were incredible as it goes quite high up the hill. We had never really seen a panoramic of the city and were amazed of the size!

    The flea market was waiting for us at the exit from the cable station. Rows and rows of stalls all selling things from fried eels to nuts and bolts, traditional cholita clothing to taxi signs (you can tell all the cabs are legit here). After making our way around what we assumed was most of the market and not being enticed by fried eels we decided to hop on the blue line for a round trip before heading back down the hill. Once on the blue line we realised we had barely scratched the surface!!

    We made it back to the bottom of the red line and were feeling pretty peckish. Amy and Richard told us about choripans which are fried chorizo in a bap with salad and lots of sauces. No further had we made it out of the station and there was a stall with a big sign saying CHORIPAN. They were delicious!

    In the evening we had booked to go to the Cholita Wrestling. A cholita is the name given to the traditional Bolivian women that wear a Borsalino, shawl and a pleated skirt with many underskirts (to emphasise their child bearing hips). Then imagine these woman on WWF and you get Cholita Wrestling. We were picked up in a bus and driven up to El Alto where we pulled up outside what looked like an abandoned warehouse. The inside didn't look much different but there was a ring and our 'VIP' seats. We grabbed a drink and some popcorn and waited for the show to start. A man started to shout some Spanish over the tiny PA and out came the wrestlers. All in all the show was hilarious and we got some great videos and pictures to bring back.

    At the end you could get a snap with the wrestlers themselves who like to throttle you for the picture. I don't know if you can see from the picture but the smile is whilst trying to breathe as they really did get you locked in!
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  • Hari 61

    Copacabana

    2 Jun 2017, Bolivia ⋅ ☀️ 19 °C

    The bus picked us up from our hostel at 7:30am to take us to our next stop Copacabana. Copacabana sits on Lake Titicaca, the highest navigable lake in the world and is a relatively short journey from La Paz of only around 4.5 hours.

    To get over to Copacabana you have to cross a section of the lake, bus and all, however there wasn't the usual ferry waiting for us. We were all told to get off the bus and get the passenger boat across to meet the bus on the other side. Meanwhile, the bus drivers drove the bus on to what could only be considered a raft and got out 2 giant poles and started pushing themselves off across the lake. It looked liked they were going to punt the bus all the way across however it turned out the raft did have a little engine to help them.

    After around another hour the boat dropped us in Copacabana and we set off in search of our hostel which just so happened to be up a big hill! It was totally worth the trek though. Our room is huge with a private bathroom and also a little kitchen and you get great view over the lake. They also have a hot tub which you can use so we will have to try that out at some point before we leave. The hostel also has 3 pet alpacas, a mummy, daddy and baby alpaca which are very sweet.

    We made ourselves some lunch and then lounged in the garden in hammocks for a couple of hours before heading into the main town to explore and grab some supplies. Copacabana is very small so it didn't take us very long. We therefore had no choice but to come back and resume chill time in the garden.

    There is a restaurant in the hostel so we ate dinner there. I tried some of the famous Lake Titicaca trout which was pretty delicious. It is lovely and warm in the day when the sun is shining but bloomin freezing in the evenings so we headed back to our room and lit a fire (yes we also have a fire in our room) and cracked open a bottle of wine. It wasn't the Argentinian Malbec we have become accustomed too but it did the job.
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  • Hari 62

    Isla del Sol

    3 Jun 2017, Bolivia ⋅ ☀️ 22 °C

    In the middle of Lake Titicaca you can find Isla del Sol (Island of the Sun) so we got up early to catch the boat across to the island to explore. Unfortunately you can only visit the South of the island at the moment as there is a big dispute between the North and the South and the North have but up a big barricade to stop anyone from visiting - rude!

    The boat took around 1 and a half hours to get to the island, of which Simon slept the majority of the way. When we arrived we ventured up the Inca steps and headed to the highest point in the South Island to take in the views. This took rather a long time as it was really steep and we are still at high altitude which makes it even harder. Simon however has turned into a little bit of a hiker and is now loving the walks - who'd have thought it?! The view at the top was amazing so we stopped for a picnic lunch of very dry cheese with sour cream Pringles rolls.

    We had been told that there were some Incan ruins at the most southerly tip of the island so we made that our second stop. The walk there was much easier as it was all downhill however because of this we did keep stopping to ask ourselves whether they would be worth it in anticipation of the walk back up. We persevered though and reached the the Incan hut. You could walk inside through the different rooms which was pretty cool.

    We then headed back to the port to catch the boat back to the mainland. We decided to sit on top of the boat on the way back to take in some of the views. It was quite crowed however a cholita still managed to find room to lay down and take a nap whilst a little boy which I assume was her grandson spent the next hour licking the railings.

    We didn't think much of the food in our hostel the previous evening so we had a look on trip advisor and headed to Restaurant Gourmet ALI for some dinner. I opted for a trout lasagne which came with garlic bread and Simon had Llama fillet with potatoes and veg. Both dishes were delicious! It was some of the tastiest food we have eaten in Bolivia! I may have to try and recreate trout lasagne when I get home. It sounds strange but it was incredible.
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  • Hari 63

    Day 3 - Copacabana

    4 Jun 2017, Bolivia ⋅ ⛅ 25 °C

    We had a very lazy morning and it was nice not to wake up to an alarm. Breakfast is not included at this hostel so we bought some chocolate curl cereal and ate them in bed! We certainly know how to live the high life.

    After breakfast we went for a short walk to see Horca del Inca. On the day of the summer solstice (21 June), the sun apparently shines directly on to the stone ledge. We then walked back through the village past a pretty cemetery.

    After our walk we spent the rest of the day lounging in hammocks in the hostel gardens with the alpacas. It was gloriously sunny and Simon managed to get some cracking sunburn!

    In the evening we returned to our new favourite restaurant Gourmet ALI for dinner as it was so yummy the night before. I opted for stuffed trout this time and Simon went for the trout lasagne.
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  • Hari 64

    Day 4 - Copacabana

    5 Jun 2017, Bolivia ⋅ 🌙 16 °C

    Another lazy morning of breakfast in bed and an episode of Suits (since we have now finished the season of Glitch).

    We had nothing really planned until the evening so we took a slow walk down to the beach and strolled along the front. We sat in the sun for a while but due to my rather already pink face we decided to go and find somewhere for lunch. They're pretty good with their 'menu del dia' over here or menu of the day. It usually means you get 3 courses for super cheap and here it was like £3. For this we both had soup to start, I had chicken and Blake had yet more trout for main and we had some sloppy cold custard stuff for dessert. The portions are not stingy either so it's a travellers delight!

    After lunch we decided to take one of the many pedal boats for a spin. We were optimistic and told the guy we would take it for an hour but after 30 minutes of pedalling around boats and watching the birds diving down we were pooped!

    We headed back to the hostel for more Suits (Netflix is key on money saving days) before the sun started to go down. Behind our hostel was a walk to another lookout point. From here you could see both bays and watch the sun disappear at the end of the lake. On the walk up there was a little yappy dog we thought nothing of until the little bugger decided to run out and bite Blake on the ankle. Luckily after a close inspection there was no broken skin and Blakes two layers of leggings and socks saved the day but not before a few hours of 'I think I might have rabies'.

    Now I'd like to say this was the end of the rabies scenario but due to the severity of it (if a dog properly bites you and leaves a wound) Blake was in minor panic mode. For every article I read saying it was all ok she read 10 saying she'd be dead in 24 hours - 2 years. Remembering we had 24hr doctor service with our insurance Blake decided to book an appointment for the morning just to make sure.
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  • Hari 65

    Puno

    6 Jun 2017, Peru ⋅ ☀️ 13 °C

    Our day started with a web call with Push Dr, a service that we had included with our travel insurance, to double check whether I needed a rabies shot after my run in with the dog yesterday. Fortunately I was given the all clear however it wasn't particularly reassuring that she didn't know where Bolivia was so we got Simon's Mum to double check for us as well.

    Today we tackled our final border crossing of South America into Peru. Our bus wasn't until 1:30pm so we treated ourselves to breakfast in El Conder & the Eagle, which is run by an Irish guy. We both had a latte which was one of the nicest coffees we have had in a long time. Simon opted for the homemade baked beans and I had homemade muesli with fruit, yoghurt and honey. It was so good to have real Greek yoghurt as in other places in Bolivia, if you order yogurt it's usually pineapple or strawberry flavour which just doesn't work with muesli.

    After breakfast we finished packing and checked out of our hostel, said our farewells to the alpacas and headed to the bus company to drop off our rucksacks. We had a couple of hours to kill until our bus so we sat in a coffee shop on the lake.

    Once on the bus it didn't take long for us to reach the border. We first visited Bolivian customs to get our stamp out of Bolivia. Some nationalities have to pay an exit fee from Bolivia but the U.K. isn't one of them. The Bolivian police however sometimes like to try their luck and con you out of 30 bolívianos. On the way to the border, the bus driver also pointed out a mark on our entry stamp that also shows we don't need to pay. As we reached customs, the policeman looked at Simons passport and asked for 30 bolívianos. After some pointing at the stamp and saying free the policeman nodded his head and let us off the fee. Nice try mate!

    After getting our Bolivia stamps we had to walk across no mans land into Peru where we got our entry stamp. This was very quick and simple and before long we were back on the bus to Puno.

    We were dropped at the main bus station so headed out to get a taxi to our hostel. The bus driver had kindly warned us that we shouldn't pay more than 7 Peruvian soles for a taxi. The taxi driver started at 10 but we managed to haggle him down to 8. We have certainly found our travelling feet now, 2 months ago we would have just paid the taxi man and police at the border.

    From the outside, our hostel looked very dodgy but fortunately it wasn't so bad inside. There is no toilet seat in our bathroom though and the lights don't work! It will be do the job for 2 nights though. Fingers crossed the shower has hot water!

    It was around 5pm at this point so we headed to the main street to locate an ATM, book our bus to Cusco and find somewhere for dinner. We stumbled across a restaurant called Colors which had a set menu which was 30 soles (£7.10) for 3 courses and a drink. What a bargain and it was delicious! I had a Greek salad to start, followed by steak and chocolate cake and ice cream. Simon is now open to trying all different kinds of foods and went for quinoa soup, followed by alpaca and chocolate cake and ice cream. It seems that every animal we take selfies with ends up on our dinner plate at some point. Now we are in Peru we are going to have to try guinea pig at some point too!

    After dinner we went for a wander around the town. Most people miss out Puno as it's considered a dive but the town is actually pretty lively. There are lots of grockle shops to wander round selling all kinds of alpaca goodies. I've had to reign Simon in and stop him from buying ridiculous ponchos and colourful pyjama type pants! I think he is 'finding himself' and turning into a hippie!
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