Before we went travelling we weren’t exactly sure what to expect. We did however, know we wanted to tick three things off our list:
1) We wanted to learn as much as possible about each country we visited.
2) We wanted to have fun.
3) We wanted to trek to Machu Picchu.
The first two didn’t need much preparation, but the third required us to book a few months in advance and to have a certain amount of physical ability. We researched the best tour company to go with (inbetween obsessively google imaging the wonder) and one company came out on top – Llama Path. They were the most expensive but we went with them anyway because at that time, we had jobs. Read the rest of this entry
“Habla Espanol?” The guy behind the bar asked. He clearly wanted to tell me something and I bet it was something funny too because he had a cheeky face on him…
“I can say thank you in Spanish.” He looked disappointed. He also looked like ‘thank you’ and ‘Spanish’ might have been the only words he understood from my reply. He passed me the drinks I’d previously managed to order.
“Gracias” I beamed proudly but the man didn’t look impressed. Clearly me and Gemma were going to have to try harder than this in South America. Read the rest of this entry
So before we set off for our South America leg, Tim decided it would be a great idea to look up the dangers and annoyances. And I mean just before. He learnt all about the taxis that slow down in the ghetto so that armed robbers can relieve you of all your belongings, he learnt about strangle robberies in which someone grabs you from behind, restricts your oxygen until you pass out and … Relives you of your belongings. He also learnt about pickpockets, robbers who kidnap you and take you to an ATM… To relieve you of your savings, and he learnt about the busses that plunge off cliffs.. Not to relieve you of your belongings, just because they forget to follow the road. Read the rest of this entry
Sometimes you arrive at a city and fall in love with it, sometimes you hate it and sometimes it surprises you in a way you’d never expected.
Lima is a long way south of Miami, it’s 7 or 8 (depending on which border you use) countries south of the US. But when you head to Miraflores you could be forgiven for thinking you’d missed your intended destination and arrived in the big, shiny states. Read the rest of this entry