After 35 days, 12 flights, 9 different airports, 4 time zones and currencies, from sub-zero temperatures in the Salar de Uyuni to the humidity of the Amazon - after travelling by various modes and methods of transport including boat, train, plane, bus and 4WD... WE MADE IT!
It's great to be home - flushable toilet paper, brushing my teeth with tap water, not having to wear thongs (flip-flops for you Americans) in the shower, driving on the left side of the road and best of all... having a good old cuppa' English Breakfast tea (oh how I've missed you Twinings). It really is the little things in life.
This trip really was beyond my wildest dreams, with countless amazing experiences and adventures, which was enhanced by the company of some pretty awesome people. It really has reaffirmed my love for exploring this wonderful world. Full of highs (literally) and lots of laughs, I loved every single second. What started as a quest to conquer/survive the Inca Trail and see Machu Picchu in all its glory soon led to the realisation that it really is the people that make the place. As Christopher McCandless once wrote:
"Happiness only real when shared".
Life will never be the same.
Salar de Uyuni
This really needs to be at the top of everyone's Bucket List. For real. Cannot stress how much I love this place. And to think I only visited a tiny fraction of it. Already dreaming about visiting it during the wet season. Indescribably and amazingly beautiful - full of incredibly diverse and ever-changing landscapes. There is so much more than playing around with crazy photos on the white, flat terrain of the salt crystals (though I strongly encourage you do this). Make sure you choose the right company (Quechua Connections). Mind blown.
Inca Trail - Machu Picchu This was at the top of my Bucket List - and for good reason. Learning about the (somewhat macabre and grisly) history of the Incan Empire along the journey and visiting ancient sites during the 4-day Inca Trail, culminating in a visit to Machu Picchu really was a memorable experience. We went with G Adventures and had really great guides and a group who really cared for one another and kept each other going. Massive kudos to the porters and cooks; it really was a team effort and what they do should be recognised - mammoth effort.
Dune buggying in the Huacachina desert
So much fun! If you get the chance to stop by the town of Ica, make sure you hop on a dune buggy. Like a rollercoaster on sand, with all the bumps and thrills minus the actual jolts. Sandboarding down the huuuge dunes was insanely smooth and crazy/awesome.
After hopping on the red-eye flight from Lima to our stopover in Santiago, we were pretty bleary eyed. Whipped out the uke to kill some 6 hours… thought I’d drive people insane but it actually became a good conversation starter (even had a guy boogieing at one point haha). Almost home – here we come 14-hour flight!
And here we are again! Staying in the refreshingly idyllic neighbourhood of Barranco (way less touristy than Miraflores), all we wanted was a hot shower and a clean bed. We got all that and more at our accommodation 3B Barranco’s, a chic little B&B which was ideally located opposite a couple of good eateries. After a good night’s sleep, we braced ourselves for a last-minute shopping spree (gifts to take back home). Heading to the back to the Miraflores district, we fuelled up at that sangucheria on the corner of Kennedy Park which was always packed, La Lucha. Been meaning to try it for a while but never got round to it – wish we had visited there sooner – the Chicharron was friggin’ fantastic. Filled with juicy, succulent, melt-in-the-mouth pieces of pork belly on top of layers of sweet potato with a special salsa criolla… BOOM! Sandwiches will never taste the same again. After devouring this and the delectable Huayro-french fries (and freshly squeezed juices might I add), we headed to the Inca market. Bought various goodies – t-shirts, jewellery, toys, magnets, key rings, you name it, they sell it. After eating & shopping, we took a stroll back in Barranco, along the cliffside. Then it was dinner and packing! Couldn’t believe the trip was over already (not including a 6 hour stopover in Santiago airport)… time flies when you’re having fun. I’d had the adventures of a lifetime. I’ll be back South America!
After enduring a horror plane trip, I was left feeling pretty queasy. I don’t particularly like flying in small planes (hence my hesitation and subsequent decision to not fly over the Nazca lines) and only realised that the airline we had chosen, Amaszonas, fly small planes in the morning flights. Small as in 18-seater small. What was scheduled to be a 45 minute flight felt like double the duration. Turns out I was right, it was a 90-minute flight due to turbulence. Even more disconcerting was the fact that you could see inside the cockpit, hear a beeping noise throughout the whole flight, the lights flickered for a second at one point apparently (my eyes were shut the entire time) etc. Basically, it didn’t look like the plane was in tip-top condition and alarm bells were ringing in my head. Maybe it wasn’t as bad as I imagined, but it was pretty bad. Think I’ll seriously consider taking the 12-hour bus to Uyuni next time. By the time we had landed in La Paz and gotten to the hotel, I was crook. Almost thought I had another spew in me. Turns out it wasn’t quite deja vu (thank goodness), but I ended up sleeping the whole day. Wasted half a day in a city I hadn’t yet explored (again due to illness – damn body, get your act together!). Turns out the 14-hour sleep probably did me good, as I was feeling better the next day and set off on the free walking tour (hopefully more of a success than last time). We had the same guides, and set upon the same route, however, this time the market that had me spewing was nowhere near as busy and we had a quick stroll past instead of lingering around for longer had it been a market day. La Paz is a bizarre place, we had some strange/funny encounters with drunk locals, an elderly lady, and a crazy/energetic dog. It’s history seems to reflect the erratic and eccentric nature of the city. Having said that, I think that’s what I like about it. It’s certainly different and distinct but strikingly and endearing charming (who wouldn’t want to be surrounded by snow capped mountains?). Life is simple here and the people seem genuinely content with what they have. Strolled through the Witches market and ended up buying a ukulele – if I had more hands I would’ve bought a guitar and become a travelling orchestra but alas, such is not the case.
After waking up early to catch a taxi to Uyuni, we arrived at the airport where our guide was waiting to pick us up. After a quick drive to town, we dropped off our bags and took a walk around. The town mainly caters for tourists, as it serves as a gateway to the Salar. The day we arrived it just so happened to be a public holiday, All Souls/Saints Day (Bolivians like to really celebrate) – the street market was even larger than usual, selling special candies amongst other items. We kicked off our tour at 11am, joined by 4 other people. Our first stop was the train cemetery, Colchani, salt museum, Incahuasi Island, Phia Phia Island, watching the sunset to Pink Floyd, staying the night in an salt hotel, and stargazing over the Salar at night. Did I mention we had apple pie for dessert after lunch? Heaven.