We never planned to go to the Bay of Pigs. Mind you we never planned on going to any of the places we visited in Cuba other than Havana and Varadero, we’d just gone through the Lonely Planet going “yep, that looks nice”, and “we’ll definitely go there” and then not booked anything. So after our first Casa owner had sent us to her friends Casa in the Bay of Pigs, and then when we pulled up in the arse end of nowhere, we felt fairly certain that we’d been had. Don’t get me wrong, her friend, our new Casa owner, was very nice – we were offered food and juice, and although we spoke different languages she was very smiley and welcoming. But as I’ve previously mentioned, we were in the arse end of nowhere. Read the rest of this entry
It’s midday in Spain and we’re laughing hysterically. Nothing funny has happened but for us it’s not midday – it’s, umm, well we’re not sure what time it is for us. We’ve just flown from Chile to Columbia, then after a 7 hour stopover in the airport, from Columbia to Madrid. We’re on our way home after 6 months of travelling and jet lag has gotten the better of us. We’ve a 7 hour stopover in Madrid too, but unlike in Columbia, we’re allowed out of the airport to paint the town red… or fall asleep on it. Read the rest of this entry
For anyone who has read our blog from the beginning, this title could either mean I’m having nightmares, or I’ve gone mental. It probably also means I’m reading the novel, Rebecca.
It’s neither. And I’m not. I’m reading a much less cultured book, and a magazine. Read the rest of this entry
On Tim’s first rtw adventure four years ago, he went wine tasting by bike in New Zealand. From the moment he told me about it, I have dreamt of doing the same. So we couldn’t resist a quick trip into Argentina to sample the delights it has to offer.
We found a nice hostel on the outskirts of town, big double room with private bathroom and TV. Reasonably priced and with breakfast included, we thought it was worth the extra effort of getting into town. And having seen the town, I think we were right. Not that it isn’t a nice town, it is. But it’s not a patch on its surroundings and as we planned to cook for ourselves, the suburbs were perfect – especially as it was so close to the bus station which gets you to Mr Hugo’s to rent bikes. Read the rest of this entry
The south east of Bolivia is probably the most beautiful natural place I’ve ever seen. It seemed like every two minutes the scenery changed to another stunning vast landscape. From volcanoes to pink lakes, from geysers to the largest salt flats in the world, it’s all breathtaking. So here I try to sum up just some of the hugely diverse landscapes we experienced, all to one of the best Metallica songs of all time! Read the rest of this entry
Same same (but different) travel blog has been given an award! And we’re touched. Thank you Claire (or truetravelings) for nominating us. It couldn’t come at a more fitting time either as we’re at the stage of the blog where we near the end of our travels.
Chile was going to be our last stop and we were planning on teaching English as a foreign language there. By way of work that is. We weren’t just going to find people on the street and start teaching them English… That wouldn’t work. How would we explain to them what we were doing?! Read the rest of this entry
I really wanted to document our trek of the Colca Canyon like a grown up. But Gemma had a spot, and I had a camera.
I’m such a child… Read the rest of this entry
As those of you who read our last blog will know, Gemma and I recently got engaged. I proposed to her next to a lake in the Amazon jungle at sunset in Spanish, and I’m not going to lie, I’m pretty proud of that story…
But before we went travelling I asked my recently married mate Luke if he had any suggestions for how I should propose. He replied “just don’t do what I did”. Luke proposed to his now wife in Tasmania, naked, straight after he got out of the shower. He’d taken her for several romantic meals in Tasmania before that but kept wussing out. None of us knew quite why he’d proposed in this way, it seemed stupid. But he’s a lucky man and despite his failings, she still said yes. Read the rest of this entry
For those of you who’ve been to Copacabana, the title of this post will be unbelievable. It’s a tiny town set beside Lake Titicaca that’s filled with restaurants and busses. It’s quaint.
But somehow we managed to get lost… or rather we managed to lose a restaurant. Read the rest of this entry
When the time came to leave Peru I was sad. I’d experienced a friendly and interesting culture, learnt a lot about nature and the Peruvian way of life and seen some of the best scenery I’ve ever come across. Peru is mountainous, tasty, hard work and relaxing all at the same time, and quite frankly we didn’t want to leave.
If we had to go though (which we did) we wanted to soak up the last of our time there by doing something quintessentially Peruvian. The only problem was that we didn’t know what that was. Gemma wasn’t keen on my suggestion to wear ponchos and become llama shepherds, although admittedly I was suggesting it more as a life choice than a last goodbye to Peru. So what to do… Read the rest of this entry